Mom, can I grow up already? I still don’t know when I should ask her this question. It seems like everything I want to do, she won’t let me. I don’t have any freedom. I can’t go out. I can’t have a fun-filled summer like some kids do. My only wish for this summer is to be able to hang out with my friends and the people that I love. I don’t smoke. I don’t drink. I’m not going to get raped if I’ll be with my boyfriend and a bunch of other people. You tell me I can go out with friends, but in a healthy way. What do you mean healthy? Is making me aggravated healthy? I’m going to grow up socially deprived and socially fucked because you expect too much from me when I go out. I can’t even have a single day where I can go out without you getting mad at me or bitching at me with I come home. And I’m underaged? Seriously? I’m going to be a legal adult in 8 months and you tell me I’m underaged?
You’re the exact reason why I don’t want to be with you after college. Maybe if you treated me like an 17 going on 18 year old, I would want to stay with you. You don’t appreciate the things I want, so I won’t appreciate the things you want, regardless if you’re my mother. I don’t even care.
I suppose some girls need to realize, being cute can only get you so far. Your voice, nails, hair, eyes, etc is all an addition to the whole package. The package, simply being, your fucking mind.
An entree doesn’t feel you up, the meal does.
I believe happiness is a sensation more than an emotion. I’ve been happy. I’m not going to revolve my life around being just happy. It’s a sensation that can only be fully enjoyed when mixed with the bad.
I want to be happy. I want to enjoy happiness. It something that should be enjoyed in short portions after a few portions of the opposite.
I suppose I just want to enjoy it more and not take it for granted.
You ignorant little fuck. You call yourself an adult when you’re effortlessly accusing me of doing things like you know my life? NO, you’re not even my real parent and you wouldn’t be saying all the shit you do if my mom were here. The tolerance I put up with the bullshit that flies out of your mouth is nothing compared to the annoyance you give me on a daily basis. You act like I’m a delinquent when I go to school and you say I need a job when.. hello, you don’t even have one yourself.
You’re constantly on my ass about my relationships and complaining how you should have left. Hey, that’s between you and my mom, tell that to her face and don’t act ballsy around me. And while you’re at it tell that to your son whose 8 months. Yea, leave that’s right. Do it.
I like you a lot. Because I always get butterflies when you say something sweet. Because you made an effort to see me. Because you always make me smile like an idiot. Because you love all those small little details about me. Because you’re able to be weird with me.
I like you because in the midst of all my bullshit, I have something to be happy about. When we’re together I always get giddy even though I’m terrible at showing how I really feel. Your kisses are my favorite part of the day especially when we smile in the middle of it all. I would spend everyday with you if I can; it’d be the best adventure ever. I’m glad you’re not a guy whose afraid to talk about your feelings and vent to me because that’s what a girl looks for, someone that needs her ears. Something about you gets to me every evening and every morning. Those few minutes we get to speak before I sleep, has me falling in deep. Limited to what can be said since I have to go to bed but none. Even though we have our petty arguments we just miss each other.
An Atheist Professor of Philosophy was speaking to his Class on the problem Science has with God. He asked one of his new Christian students to stand.
Professor:You are a Christian, aren’t you, son?
Professor:So, you believe in God?
Professor:Is God good?
Professor:My brother died of cancer, even though he prayed to God to heal him. Most of us would attempt to help others who are ill. But God didn’t. How is God good, then? Hmm?
(Student was silent)
Professor:You can’t answer, can you? Let’s start again, young fella. Is God good?
Professor:Is Satan good?
Professor:Where does Satan come from?
Professor:That’s right. Tell me son, is there evil in this world?
Professor:Evil is everywhere, isn’t it? And God did make everything. Correct?
Professor:So who created evil?
(Student didn’t answer)
Professor:Is there sickness? Immortality? Hatred? Ugliness? All these terrible things exist in the world, don’t they?
Professor:So, who created them?
(Student had no answer)
Professor:Science says you have 5 senses you use to identify and observe the world around you. Tell me, son.. have you ever seen God?
Professor:Tell us if you have ever heard your God.
Professor:Have you ever felt your God, tasted your God, smelt your God? Have you ever had any sensory perception of God, for that matter?
Student:No, sir. I’m afraid I haven’t.
Professor:Yet you still believe in Him?
Professor:According to empirical, testable, demonstrable protocol, Science says your God doesn’t exist. What do you say to that, son?
Student:Nothing. I only have my Faith.
Professor:Yes, Faith. And that is the problem Science has.
Student:Professor, is there such a thing as Heat?
Student:And is there such a thing as Cold?
Student:No, sir, there isn’t.
(The Lecture Theatre became very quiet with this turn of events)
Student:Sir, you can have lots of heat, even more heat, superheat, mega heat, white heat, a little heat or no heat. But we don’t have anything called cold. We can hit 458 Degrees below Zero which is no heat, but we can’t go any further after that. There is no such thing as cold. Cold is only a word we use to describe the absence of Heat. We cannot measure cold. Heat is energy. Cold is not the opposite of heat, sir, just the absence of it.
(There was a pon-drop silence in the Lecture Theatre)
Student:What about darkness, Professor? Is there such a thing as darkness?
Professor:Yes. What is night if there isn’t darkness?
Student:You’re wrong again, sir. Darkness is the absence of something. You can have Low Light, Normal Light, Bright Light, Flashing Light… But if you have No Light constantly, you have nothing and it’s called Darkness, isn’t it? In reality, darkness isn’t. If it is, You would be able to make darkness darker, wouldn’t you?
Professor:So what is the point you are making, young man?
Student:Sir, my point is, your Philosophical Premise is flawed.
Professor:Flawed? Can you explain how?
Student:Sir, you are working on the Premise of Duality. You argue there is Life and then there is Death, a good God and a bad God. You are viewing the concept of God as something finite, something we can measure. Sir, Science can’t even explain a thought. It uses electricity and magnetism, but has never seen, much less fully understood either one. To view death as the opposite of life is to be ignorant of the fact that death cannot exist as a substantive thing. Death is not the opposite of life, just the absence of it. Now tell me, Professor, do you teach your students that they evolved from a monkey?
Professor:If you are referring to the Natural Evolutionary Process, yes of course, I do.
Student:Have you ever observed Evolution with your own eyes, sir?
(The professor shook his head with a smile, beginning to realize where the argument was going)
Student:Since no one has ever observed the Process of Evolution at work and cannot even prove that this process is an on-going endeavor, are you not teaching your opinion, sir? Are you not a Scientist but a Preacher?
(The class was in uproar)
Student:Is there anyone in the class who has ever seen the Professor’s brain?
(The class broke out into laughter)
Student:Is there anyone here who has ever heard the Professor’s brain, felt it, touched or smelt it? .. No one appears to have done so. So, according to the established Rules of Empirical, Stable and Demonstrable Protocol, Science says that you have no brain, sir. With all due respect, sir, how do we then trust your lectures?
(The room was silent. The Professor stared at the student, his face unfathomable)
Professor:I guess you’ll have to take them on Faith, son.
Student:That is it, sir.. exactly! The link between man and God is Faith. That is all that keeps things alive and moving!
The student's name was Albert Einstein. Brilliant.
This is for my listeners that still be missin’ her Even though she’s got another man dickin’ her Or ladies if your man’s unfaithful and you insecurr I suggest you turn this up a couple integers She made seem like anything that I tried to be Was never good enough so I bottled it up inside of me Trippin, and act like I’m loving the way you lie to me But really ignorance was product of my sobriety So assalamu alaikum I’ll pick em up then I drink em Realize you ain’t worth it in 30 seconds of thinking Yeah, now it’s big things happening So she wanna come back to a Mac again Man, since they loving what I do in the booth You keep pictures of me and you just to use it for proof But I’m young, so Imma pour this drank inside a red cup And find the women next up I see you driving round town with that fucking scrub And I’m like it’s coo baby, it’s coo Now you wanna take me back, tell me you’re in love And I’m like Bitch move, yeah bitch move Now I’m living good life with women I could wife Imma bring her back with me we gon’ have us a good night And take a couple MacBook pics when I’m done with her You must’ve seen em’ while trolling all through my tumbl-er How you turn from dime to a troll And How I turn from a simp to a mac Well I threw all of my loose change under the bridge And I stopped giving a fuck it’s as simple as that I know, when she left she probably expected me to follow But now I got a different broad in everywhere that I go Cause I’m good, yeah in fact I’m doing well indeed So it ain’t a coincidental that she’s telling me
It’s been a whole month since my boyfriend and I have been together. One month doesn’t seem a whole lot nor should it be something to get excited over but for some reason I am. Maybe it’s because I’ve gone through the whole 1,2,3 monthaversary stages but this new wholesome happiness is coming from a different experience, the experience I’m having with him.