You can't depend on people for jack shit anymore. Even more so after they say they're going to do something or be somewhere, it's getting the point where I'm surprised when something actually gets done by someone after they said it was going to get done. I'm no genius, but I think that's called lying.
At least having a pet, one can teach the furry little fucker commands they will eventually obey, whether it be a dog, cat, parrot, or even some people's iguanas will inhale what you blow in its face. The bottom line is that stupid, peanut-brained animal of yours will fulfill expectations in its cage, corner, or litter box, yet people can't pull off the simplest of tasks even after they've acceded. Christ, the Pet Rock sold in the '80s did what it was supposed to and totally lived up to its expectations just by setting there.
It's getting pretty bad when you start comparing people you know to a plastic fossil.
Old people can predict rain in their grinding knees better than us Generation X'ers can assume a 'friend' will do what they say they're going to do. It's gotten so foul that I predict thunder will strike my nutsack before certain people I know will fulfill their verbal obligation of doing what I asked of them, no matter how trivial or easy the task were.
You know these people just as well as I do.
Maybe you needed a ride, or help with your school work, or a loan from some entity other than a bank, and that person wasn't there for you. Yet oh-so conveniently that same person has no problem assuming you'll jump right up to his phone call/knock at the door and play 'home improvement' on whatever they've fucked up on in the last 2 hours. This is why retirement homes exist: no one gives a shit if you can wipe your own ass or not because you've been such a fucking selfish, self-absorbed, prick your whole life. In fact, there's only one person out there who will take your call after you've pressed the button, and it's because many of us won't care that you've fallen and can't get up.
But that might not be a bad thing, either. It's quite possible it's good to have that attitude . . . to have those good lies as to preserve one's feelings.
For instance, I'm the type of guy who's visiting you at your house and you have 3 cats. When I walk in the door, you verbally rush me to close the door so the cats don't get out, but really I want to let them sneak out as I walk in because as I had pulled up, I'd noticed the next door neighbor of yours had a pitbull that looked aggressive. I mean, to be real honest, I wanna see two of your three cats get scooped up as if I were watching Jurassic Park again, but just to be a nice guy, sure, I'll close the door quickly for you. It's a good lie as I physically close the screen door and keep your cats safe when I'd rather watch nature take its course.
Kinda like your kids. Every sniffling, whiny fucking brat I have to endure in public, I automatically think of those postcard-looking things of mail that show up with the black/blue and white picture with the words, "Have you seen me?" Sure, it's sad that you've fucked up as a parent and lost your kid, but even if I did recognize the child, I doubt I'd let anyone know. I mean, you've already fucked up, so the kid's life can't get much worse than having already been under your supervision prior to when you lost it.
How about Alzheimer's? Your grandpa suddenly doesn't remember what a fucking asshole he was? Maybe your 55-year old mom doesn't recall slobbing on all that pipe, but yet you want me to come over and talk with her as if the Virgin Mary rose out of that stank-ass bed? Please. Sure, baby. There's my lie. I'll watch her eat a Clementine and talk to the bowl in front of all of us about what she did in 1985. Your truth is that Alzheimer's causes pain and anguish in your family because the person doesn't remember who you are, but my lie is that I'm hiding how funny I find it that she wouldn't remember if I kicked her in the shin two weeks ago, yet I'm still at the table eating a foul orange, bored off my ass because she's not talking about how she hooked at the last Boz Skaggs concert.
Yet most of these lies in life are maliciously handed out. Maybe they didn't have intent to harm traced into their conception, but the one doing the lying surely has common sense enough to know if the other person should hear the truth rather than being the nice pretender I just referenced. All this bullshit certainly has to add up to not only skeletons in the closet, but I'm predicing entire cemetaries would topple over in even some people's walk-in closets.
For instance, what does the word "Jewish" mean in the English language? It means liar.
As my mind evolves, I'm realizing that Jews think the more money they accrue during this mortal life of theirs, the closer they'll get to the front row come time for their afterlife, and I hope that isn't the case. I mean, I don't necessarily want them to burn in like . . . let's say, the ovens, but I hope it's really, really hot for them. Not as hot as Israel getting nuked, but just warm enough to seem like they've been pissed on by a volcanic titan pissing razors. If you watch the news and soak in everything that's spoon-fed into your eyes and ears, then form your beliefs and lifestyle around how CNN or Fox News formulates the truth, you're fucked. Funny thing is there's truth in it being called the 'Jew media.'
It's kinda like Faith No More said in "We Care A Lot" Mike Patton suggested that "Garbage Pail Kids, they never lie." And for good fucking reason because people are ugly on the inside and all they've been doing lately is masquerading that their shittiness doesn't exist when they would get more respect from me if they just showed themselves truly. Do you partake in this fakery on a massive level? Well, if so, you might wanna consider changing religions because the one you got now likely doesn't condone this type of behavior as to allow furtherance of your corrupted soul.
My theory is fairly basic and goes something like this: Lie: an intentionally false statement, look it up. Some might find themselves engaging in the immoral act every day to others, perhaps even to yourself. These misrepresentations of your actions and opinions could result in those skeletons aforementioned. Can one tend to their daily behavior throughout their every waking moment performing such venomous declarations? Unfortunately, the answer is yes. Acting in such a manner might bring peacefulness while looking into the face of the one you have just falsified your prestigiousness to, but when peering into your own reflection doesn't grant the same distinguished feeling, it might be time to stop fearing, because outside of having something to lose or gain, a lie is only performed when being frightened of the truth. It's conceivable you're startled right now, recollecting all your falsifications that keep you innocent to the world. I've got mine . . . What's your lie?
Relationships are a perfect example of this wayward method of communication. Why not just get the bullshit out of the way and approach someone, make your acquaintances then skip most of your crap. Handle it something like this:
I mean, I don't know how much more honest I can be on this site. I don't understand why one must insist they hide their secrets. Is there something that you've done that will cause the law to get involved? Will the sky start falling if you told people the truth on a daily basis? Probably not. You're just shamed.
Shamed by yourself, but don't be. You people who significantly care about what others think of you are far too impressionable to begin with. Just let it all out. It's alleviating. Purgatory.
Drop down on your knees and scream your truth in pain . . . your very own cathartic lament.
In conclusion, the nobility of man: when or why does it fail? Lying, stealing, cheating: all common fires in anybody's forest of ethics. Showing repentance for an action taken that is detrimental to one's moral excellence does not cleanse them for the A-train to heaven. Perhaps learning from one's mistakes and breaking the cycle of repeated sin justifies forgiveness within. Surely if one continues amoral acts every day, at some point down the line a feeling of guilt consumes them. Everyone else might have forgotten your action, but you must still live with the repercussions. How long will you live with repenting until it consumes every minute of your day? The answer is forever if the deeds were severe enough. Unfortunately, there is no off-switch for regret. The only way to stop it is to cease production.
Z.
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