We're all beautiful people.
As the world goes, you may not simply walk up to a person and say "You're beautiful!" Not can you do it to some one you know.... so who can you tell? And when will they believe you? And why? Never and because of America.
Everyone thinks they're overweight, fat, ugly. But compared to who? You are the only one of you. There's no other you to compare to you, we are all unique. So you know what? Pounds, scales, sizes, the BMI, models, society, the media can get down on their knees, unzip me and suck this dick.
We are all dfferent from each other, in every shape way and/or form.
So I ask, at what point in time can I tell someone that they're beautiful and they will 100% believe me? Or answer "Do I still have my looks?" or "Do I look fat [...in this]?".
Never, because I am a 3rd party to them. They will never see theirselves as I see them. The only time they see theirselves is in a refection or a picture. A still image. A still image, life isn't fucking still, the world is constantly moving.
Seeing yourself in a mirror is false as it is reversed. Seeing yourself in liquid [water] is even more false, because water is not still nor is it proper, it is reversed too.
I doubt many people watch theirselves on camera, that too is false because as we know, a camera lens isn't a human eye. Retins adjust perfectly to surroundings, lens don't. But 'tis the closest we have to showing the real world.
So will you believe me if I show you a movie of your self being cute, pretty or beautiful?
No? Because I'll seem crazy. You're the crazy one. You are life, you are beautiful. Just believe me, okay?
No person will ever know how beautiful they are or how cute they act. They way their lip moves when they say a certain word. The way the sun glints off of their hair. They way they walk. Everything. Go on the inside of your self and stop thinking you're hideous. You're the only one of you. Being superficial never got anyone anywhere. All it ever did was make them want more. don't be insecure because someone is always wishing they were kissing those lips, holding that hand or engaged in fornication with you.
So, if I ever hear someone putting theirself down again I'm going to walk up to them, and laugh in their face. And ask, "Who told you this?, The only opinion that should matter to you is a loved one and if they told you this they don't deserve your love. So eliminating them,.. leaves? Right, no one."
I want to tell all, please, be yourself, cape diem. Seize the day. The time you spent weighing yourself, wanting which is pointless, could have been time admiring nature, curing a disease, loving someone, writing a poem for a loved one and so on.
I know this won't change anyone, but I know maybe I put hope in someone's heart. Which is a gift in it's self. The first before loving someone is loving yourself.
Giving away this foul and unlawful carnal knowledge is bad. Use it. Fuck society. Give it the finger, no two. Use your time on this mortal plane to do all you can. Please let it be good. Don't use the above on someone with low confidence or self respect as I explained, no knows how fine they are.
Love them for the human on the inside, their soul not their body.
The best part about the whole thing is that it was just completely random. Earlier in the day some douche bags from the local high school came over for a bit of a lan party. They were in a different room of my house and kept yelling out the stupidest things. So, I striped down to my underwear, put a hotdog next to my junk, and placed a cell phone under my balls. I walk in the room, my phone rings and has the best rap song ever play, and I whip out the hotdog and offer it to the opposition. All in all it was one of those, "You just have to have been there moments." My hairy body only enhanced the humor. Best part is that I actually fogot about the hotdog, which had made its way to my pocket, and it accompanied me to a party hours later. Someone made a refference to my penis, and I ended up realizing I had a hotdog in my pocket, so I whipped the fucker out and chucked it at him. Things like this tend to happen a lot with me.
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/night
That's what I mean, Strongbad. The randomness of whipping a hotdog out of your pocket is just so much, that it's hilarious.
New MSN address, cleansed contact list.
It's good.