So like, I was chilling on my friend’s bed, right?
To my left, his cousin’s laptop goes off because someone IMed him. He goes over to the laptop to see what’s going on.
He has a wireless mouse.
I’m 5 feet away with said wireless mouse in hand.
So he gets to the laptop, and starts moving the cursor with the touchpad over to the chat box to respond. I’m sitting there, watching the screen, using the mouse to move the cursor away and minimize the window every time he got near the chat box.
He’s sitting there, SUPER concentrated, trying to figure out what the hell is going on with his computer. I’m lying on the bed doing that really retarded type of laugh where you’re dying but you can’t make a sound since it’d give the prank away.
He finally figured out what was going on, raged, and unplugged the wireless mouse. I rolled off the bed in laughter. LOL.
I don’t get it. Kush may free your mind, but it doesn’t necessarily clear it. It’s an escape, or break, if you will, not a tool associated with progress and a developing mind.
I’m not a smoker, and I don’t really care if people smoke weed, just as long as they do it in moderation—it’s just I strongly disagree with the idea that it can be associated with wisdom.
It’s like going back to our ancient, more schizophrenic days where we would think the Gods were talking to us, leading to all these false prophecies and superstitions. Kush itself doesn’t directly give you wisdom. We think it (as in the state of being high) does, just as our ancients thought Gods talked to them in their minds. In reality, however, all that kush seems to offer is an escape and a temporary state of euphoria. There are, however, indirect lessons that can be learned through smoking a little kush.
Again, I admire the messages that the blog advocates for, it’s just that I dislike its subliminal association with weed.
Throw Skrillex into the studio and have him produce a song for Lady Gaga. That’d be epic. I think Skrillex can best capture the “freakyness” and “distorted-ness” that is her singing, fashion, and performance style.
Why yes, Sean, I wish I was his voluptuous titty. D
duuude you should tweet them with something! i’d imagine you of all people to come up with something clever for them to respond to. this guy and the new old spice guy are doing that tweet-reply marathon again.
In academics, people consider me as the guy that’s going to set the curve on every exam, or the guy you want in your group for projects.
In the little game we call romance, however, I’m usually the underdog. I’ve received plenty of humbling complements from girls regarding my personality and talents, and yet I always seem to be outgunned or rejected when I actually make an effort. Hell, even in a relationship, girls tend to take advantage of me, but then again that’s because I’m too nice and forgiving at times. Gotta be more assertive.
That’s what you call a classic nerd—good with the books, not so lucky with the ladies. And sometimes even manipulated, too.
I’m not gonna lie though, the challenges that romance brings are invigorating. They test my mind like no other, and usually become valuable learning experiences in their own right. In the end, I enjoy it, win or lose.
Nevertheless, you can’t rush things like this. Just enjoy life—romance shouldn’t be a priority, especially when you’re young.
Experience, both on myself and in seeing those of others, has taught me that “love,” as we see fit to call it, seems to be nothing but an attempt to run away from one’s own insecurities in the hopes of eradicating them through someone else.
All relationships carry that hallmark to some extent, however “love” creates an unusually unhealthy and unstable dependence on that significant other in nullifying those insecurities, in the end leading to nothing but misery and disillusionment.
In simpler words, we pin our hopes of true happiness on somebody else.
"Love" becomes a primary goal, in most cases an outright requirement, and that’s what makes relationships nowadays so dangerous. It is my belief that "love" should be a secondary goal or kept on the back-burner, ultimately regarded as a side-effect, if you will, of a healthy relationship.
Think about it.
If you’re playing basketball, and you’re constantly worried about sinking the shot, and in doing so make that sense of worry as your primary focus, you’ll do horribly. Anybody would tell you that you should calm down and simply focus on the game—you’re thinking too much. The same goes for “love.” If you concentrate too hard on it, “love” will elude you like nothing. Calm down, have fun, and relax. Count your blessings. ”Love” comes later and on its own—don’t focus on it.