Some of us keep their mind in place until respectable ages and die as a wise man but most of us are just loosing it. Have you ever wondered what’s up with all the old people wondering around the city doing stupid things?

They’re everywhere…in the subway, in the bus, in the marketplace, near your home and even near your working place…and it’s the same story: “I’m old, I’m sick, I paid for your education so you should do everything my hear desires”.

OK, I can understand they’re old and helpless, with some health problems and a bad temper after a certain age…but what’s my fault? Believe me that after a hard 12 hour working day their problems are the last thing on my mind.

Don’t get me wrong now, I have elders of my own and I respect them for what they did for me and so on…but some of them are just…I don’t know…like crazy or something.

They all say their old and helpless, they all say they’re ill and week….but why the hell are they wondering around the city in the maximum rush hour, in the hottest hour of summer or in a strong storm?

It’s really weird…the doctors specially made their program so that the elders won’t have to go thru the conditions above, the bills now can be paid virtually everywhere and I don’t know who goes in a visit at 7 in the morning.

My humble personal opinion it that these people are just getting bored around home and because of their desire to actually do something or go somewhere they are doing stupid things like going to well planed gatherings like doctor’s place, countless long line for everything, market places, post offices and others….

Why are they doing this you ask? Well…it’s just because their desire to communicate with others, to say what’s on their mind, to complain about their problems, to actually do something and why not to take their anger on someone else.

I’m not a machine. I know that for a retired old man life can be quite … let’s just say unattractive. If I take a little time to think about it in fact it’s quite tragic…Just think about it. Imagine a widowed old man, living alone, no or few relatives of his age, no friends around, he’s kids are working hard to make a living, he’s nephews are in school and living with their parents….what’s the poor man to do?

They don’t have people to talk to, don’t have money to visit places, don’t have power to do all the thing they desire and most of all no one is paying any attention to them.

Some of them start attending elder clubs (chess, backgammon…), some started some time consuming craftsmanship activities, some started simple jobs like walking pets or taking care of houses (cutting grass, dusting…) and others just found a plan and stoked with it.

Unfortunately some of them just lost it…they’re going out for a walk in the city in the maximum traffic hour complaining about the problems of the common transportation system, they’re all going to the doctor once a week early morning to complain about the problems of the health system and exchange illness stories, they’re going to the local market (preferable some markets far away because they have heard of I don’t know what product cheaper by 10 cents…) complaining about the toughness of life and the small retirement fee….just looking for people to tell their story to and complain about their never-ending problems.

Now after analyzing and (partially) understanding their status what’s to do? How can we treat them with the respect they deserve and in the same time live with them in peace?

One option will be answer them politely and short and let them be no matter what’s their reaction. If you do not answer to tem you are being rude and all of them we join forces against you. If you are trying to make your stand and explain them, no matter how patiently and polite you are, they will say that you are trying to fool them. The only reasonable way is to act accordingly to the say what you have to say short and precise and ignore the following.

I can understand their problems, being old and helpless and all, but I have problems of my own, I don’t have the energy to listen to their problems, I don’t wont to trouble my mind with someone else’s problems, I have enough of those of my own.

As a final point the main fault is not theirs…they’re just ill helpless people neglected by their children and struggling to live one more day in these hush conditions. Counting on the fact that social services are down and won’t get any better any soon the main fault is on their kids…that’s why the elders feel neglected, that’s why they feel the need to speak to others, that’s why they can’t seem to find their place in this world.

I can’t say I take my time to speak with my elder ones, listen to them everyday, walk with then and thing like that….but the least I can do is making sure the have all they need to live without worries, do as much a I can to spear them of making long shopping trips, help them with the never-ending medical problems and last but not least making sure they don’t go wondering around the city in maximum traffic and in extreme condition.

The parents are to blame for bad children and the children are to blame for troubled elders. Don’t forget that….it’s a never-ending full circle story.

Here we have an old saying that’s starting with “In my times…” (or “when I was your age”) that is often used by the elders to describe how thy did it back then, to share their experience in life with young ones.

I don’t have the age for that and I surely don’t have the experience to be a mentor to young ones but when I’m looking accidentally at some of them and observe their behavior I can’t help feeling rather disturbed of what I’m seeing.

Personally I can’t say I was a saint or a devil…I just tasted a little bit of everything before I found my place, before I found out who I am. Like any other teenager I was attracted by unusual things, unconventional behavior, strange friends, weird hobbies and occupation jut to get in front, to make myself noticed.

Back in those days (’98-2004) I was a computer freak with an odd fascination for rock music, bicycles and with an unexplainable love for the mountain. These things together made me feel ok for that stage of (mental) development. Old people couldn’t understand me at all, young ones were thinking of me like an unexplained phenomenon and everything was ok.

It all was about independency; rage against the system and the unfair life and a little bit of personality. And that made me fell ok and gave me the contempt I needed to get my thing right and start my life from somewhere.

Yes, I know, everything about me says classic, conservationism but I really think that today’s youngsters are out of control. No matter what way the choose to make their stand as an independent individual and stand out they’re only thinking of drugs, alcohol, sex, spending money to impress and causing harm to others.

They have no personality whatsoever, for them is just about making others to talk about them and thinking isn’t on of their main occupations. They have no future plans, no passions, no hobbies, no interest for knowledge, no respect for work, others and money…THEY’RE JUST PLAYING LIFE !!!

Every time someone takes life as a game tragedies happen. They’ll reach a certain age when they need to do something with their life and guess what?…it’s too late. And who’s to blame for that? Well…the society of course. The same society that they faced and combat as youngsters.

Now really…how can they make a house, start a family, race a child when their main occupation is having fun, getting drunk (or drugged) and spending all their money on cloths, fancy mobile phones or funny looking cars?

For them surviving it’s a real wonder. Most of them are living in their parents house, barely contributing to the expenses, having a low paid job (hat doesn’t mean anything for them) and having no immediate plans of getting out of this mess.

Well…mister LOSER…it’s not the society’s fault for what you have become (maybe your parent’s but they’re paying for that now aren’t they?) and if you’re going to stay like this looking at the stars you’re only going to evolve from young looser to old looser.

And why’s that? Well….you have no hobbies, no interest for school, you consider physical labor it to low for, an the older ones advices as useless and … as a toping for it all … you have absolutely no respect for work whatsoever. Practically you are just a leftover, a NO ONE.

All this isn’t true you say? Ask yourself what would of happen if you wouldn’t exist today? How much joy and happiness you brought, how any people can remember you, how many things you did that will be there after you and last but not least WHO ARE YOU? What defines you as an individual, what makes you so special?

All girls like dressing sexy (a nice word for as naked as possible), do everything for fun, like music, travel and dancing….how the hell you plan on being a responsible mother in the close future?

And the boys aren’t any better…just looking for a drink, a party, a loud car, a stupid girl to fool around with and that’s about it. And they’re supposed to become the family leader, the main support for them….

Less then 10% of the young ones have a strong passion for something that just might develop into a future occupation, respect for work, responsibility, understanding the importance of studies or learning a craftsmanship. Few of them think of the future other then the next party or next summer vacation and this will eventually lead to a strong crises of or society…too bad. Too bad for your parents, too bad for our future and too bad for you.

sad but true…we forgot the entire purpose of life…we don’t care anymore abut satisfying our needs, making a family, having a decent life…..oh noh…that’s kind of old right now

the fashion these days is to earn more then everyone u know (or at least try) and enjoy every second of another one’s missery

why’s that? the hell if a know…maybe it haves something to do with the values our society is using as some kind of god : MONEY, POWER, POSITION.

Can we trust anyone? NO. Can we have real friends? NO. Can we have trusted working partners? DEFIANTLY NO.

Let’s face it….in this mother fucking world of us we’re all alone. the one that haves friends is the one that’s very careful and takes care of the friends before they can became too friendly (or haves no friends and a good relation with his enemies).

Life is like a highway. ..either u have a good engine and stay on the middle lain or u go the to the side of the road one lain at a time. Practically this means that all the people that cant face the competition should find their place and stand aside while others pass them.

But they never do…every now and then, no matter what u do, you will be in the situation of competing with I don’t know what idiot that is struggling to hold on to a position even if he’s idiot and haves no chance (usually old people (they have experience and know everyone), idiots friends of the managers (they are covered no matter what they do) and bitches (their ass is better then you’r word).

Even so…what’s to do in this situation? we can’t all just sit aside and starve. One option wll be to become one of those fuckers and enjoy ass liking, pretending, and… . Another option, the one I rather use is hitting them hard, hitting them fast before they can even acknowledge you are are a potential threat to them. If you want to enjoy it even more kiss their ass a little at first and pretend you’r fighting with them against one of their enemies ,,, just for the fun of it.

If u ca’t beat them join them. If o don’t wanna join them kick their ass, and they ‘r making it extremely easy once you’r on the inside.

W.T.F.’s wrong with that people? anatomically speaking they are like males…but they have female habits. In Islamic world they are hanging them (go go Arabic people!!!) in Africa there is no such thing…but…in modern world the dammed idiots have parades and things.

Don’t get me wrong now….I’m not one of those racist idiots, but as a man when I see one of my kind behaving like a woman I just want to hide somewhere, to deny that I’m related to that thing.

It’s just like looking at one of those optical illusions, u’r looking at it, your mind tells u something is terrible wrong with that picture but u simply cannot put your finger on it.

Normally, girls are spending like forever to get ready for a date, for a special occasion, for whatever…bubble baths in 50 different smells, one million creams for every tiny part of the body….girl stuff. Even if we, men, disagree with their habits we must agree they are adorable doing that, in their tiny girlish world.

Now imagine a man doing the same, using tons of cosmetics, taking forever to prepare for something, being just like a girl….I don’t know about u but I just don’t want to be around that thing.

If in the case of the metro-sexual we can just say they are just men concerned about their image that are just overdoing it for those faggets what can we say? Personally I believe they are just like derailed trains or something.

We are all born equal (more or less) and our natural instinct is to look for an opposed sex partner, like the animals are. Being an instinct it’s rather hard to overwrite the genetic codes. Imagine u have a blade in one hand and want to cut your other hand…u simply can not, something in your mind (the conservation instinct) doesn’t let u heart yourself no matter how hard u try (I’m speaking for a mentally healthy person now).

The same for partners….males are looking for females….it’s the base of the evolution process. Why in hell’s name would a man go for another? an further more want to have a relation, establish a family or even having baby….?!?

I’ll tell u why…because they’re sick, so sick that they have no idea how idiot they are. Why am I so disturbed by hem? Well…first they are an embracement to the human nature, second they are something that shouldn’t be and third they might influence little kids that in their innocence might think that’s funny or interesting, a way to attract attention or something.

I know they’re ill, that something bad happen to them  and something snapped in their sick little mind. I admit that the Arabs went a little to far by hanging them but, being sick people, instead of making parade for them u should make treatment centres, sanatoriums and help them cure.

But, as in all modern illnesses it is much more profitable to exploit the sick people then to cure them. U have sex toys, idiot stupid things to wear, special hotels, special churches, festivals, clubs…all these things cost money and the producers are loving it. We can even speak about a gay industry going on here.

So…is there any way of bringing their troubled minds back? to make them of some use for the society? to recover them from the doomed? …who cares…let’s just throw stones at them, they don’t deserve any better they’re as useless to the community as milk-less cows are to farmers

I’m just sorry about their parents growing old to see their kids as a failure to society and a freak of nature, I’m sorry about their relatives being embarrassed by them and I’m sorry even about them because they are leaving a troubled life and dieing slowly in agony and sorrow.

So…next time u see one in the street throw something at it and call it names…maybe this way they’ll get the image and g the F*** away from civilised world. Our kids deserve a better world, we don’t need their sickness, their illnesses, their problems and they don’t deserve to be a part of our world.

every now and then we all have some moments when we just seat back and have a perspective view over life.

In one of these moments I was analyzing the relations between people…everyone haves a certain set of qualities that he or she is looking for at her partner or friend. Basically there’s nothing wrong with that, most of us have some attributes that are a must (without them there’s no relation) , some of them that are good if they are there (that bring happiness when they’re present but we don’t care if they’re not) and some that bring discomfort if they appear but no one cares if they’re not present.

This conception isn’t bad if u were a company or a business man…but in personal life what are we really looking for? what is the key to our happiness?

Personally I think perfection is boring, having a perfect house with a perfect wife and perfect ids, driving the perfect car, having the perfect job are the complete description of HELL…f everything is so perfect…what’s your role in life? You don’t have  to do anything, to fight for anything…you just have to stay there and enjoy the view.

This concept makes u feel like useless, lets you without a purpose in life

In my far from perfect world that I’m living in everything is so exciting, so dynamic, so…worth living for.  Having a busy life with stuff to do every second isn’t that bad as long as u have something/someone to fight for.

There’s no such thing as a perfect partner, that haves all the qualities u ever dreamed of, the image of perfection, Mr./Ms. right.  Everyone haves problems, defects, things that makes them less then perfect. Only the blind won’t see them, only the stupid will think they don’t exist. If u just can’t find some problems it only means that that either he/she’s hiding very good or that u are blind(ed by love).

Don’t spend all of your youth looking for Mr./Ms. Perfect because all that you will ever find is deception and disappointment. Just find that special someone that haves your MUST package and try to see if you can live with his/hers problems, to understand them and help him/her to get over them.

If all that you are doing is looking for a complete package, complete with all the qualities you want and no defect well…you are just like those slobs looking for free things. If you are lazy say thanks and take whatever life gives you…if you want something more, some superior quality  fight for it, give something in return, help that person to become better and don’t forget to do the same yourself.

 For all the spoiled mall bimboes and playboy wise guys loosing their life thinking so god of themselves and thinking they deserve every god thing that life haves to offer…I wish u good luck…you’ll see life’s foot in your ass and that will be when it’s to late to change anything…I just love to see your old ass feeling sorry for itself and being in misery, in the misery u planned so well.