I just hate religous places.
For me it's like that line on Karen Revisited:
She screams "Religion killsAnd I just fucking hate religion.
More than it saves you, man"
Today, thw whole 200 students of the awful 7th grade went to the common religous place in Judaism, the synagogue.
I was pretty much forced to sit, bored to death, concentrating at the sounds and my mind talking to myself, insulting, and reconsidering acts so I'll understand myself better.
And to hear them singing, way too loud, and for about 10 hours I had hard times hearing to violins, pianos, and drums from every kind.
This kind of stuff makes you want to shoot yourself.
And before we entered, there was signs on the wall, one is to share about a funeral, and the other, a little bit more depressing (this is how I see it), the idiotic laws of dressing up.
And I'm pissed off ever single time I see it.
I find it illegaly stupid to force girls in every age to follow those stupid rules.
It's like that their skin is forbidden, I think that soon, the ladies will dress up like the Muslim females, not showing any skin but face.
This is ridiculos.
I'm not becoming an atheistit, I do think that there is somwhere, somwhow, something that having nothing to do with our lives, but still there to listen, every single time, maybe it's a part in our brain, maybe it's not, but however, this is very helpful, I don't believe in the bible, it's a nice story and everything, but come on, you can try to make it more realistic, and not just let us wonder.
Well, lately I discovered that men, pretty much hate their shoulders.
They complain that they are too big, too fat.
They are starting to sound like females, that reject every nice thing, and just lie about their body image so they'll get even more compliments (on that I call to be an "attention whore" they just want it so much), it's boring, like who cares?! It's the fucking 2013, we care about Asians and Fail collections on YouTube! We are that damn shallow...
So, my favorite things about guys, it's their shoulders, if it's litterally too big, to puffed up thanks to those sterioids, it's uncomfortable more than strong and impressive, and big ones, muscles or fat, are just nice to lean on, nice to hug, it's even better to touch (I'm sorry if it sounds creepy, it's much less creepy in real life), but boney ones, it's weird, I'm afraid to break people, I can turn to be the fucking hulk when I'm angry.
I can fucking hurt people, and not mean it.
Do you remember that I keep complaining about my mother (it's good because it's filling up the post faster), but lately she's doing too much.
She fucking hit my broter again today.
So, since that annoying thing of no time and no place, I'm finighing my post, because it's really hard to stay alone but not feeling lonely...
I just need somebody that stays, and cares, and I see everyday in school...
It seems that this person will never be exist...
Berries, Survivors,
I hope you'll make it.
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