And again, I have been tempted

What else do I do? Someone decides to be a prick while trying to look like a pair of boobs. Of course, I don't like it. Neither will I like it if someone says some stupid shit about something that the someone in question either doesn't follow properly, or follows too far. Yes, I am again referring to the over-intellectualisation of this space due to the nature of the comments, which of course are a cause of the contents of my posts obviously. I am not entirely sure, but if I were a reader of this post as opposed to being the author, all this ruckus between the author and those commenting would put me off a decent bit I think. Hmmm... does anyone have any ideas which will circumvent the imposition of such blather on innocent readers?

I must also confess that the idea of making people think that I am absolutely pathetic is quite interesting, almost appealing. It reflects the power of words, and more importantly, how seriously some people take themselves, others around them, and life in general. I don't know if they need to take some drugs or something, but they sure need to chill out a bit. I am sure that somewhere in this blog, I have talked of my hatred for political correctness. I should also add to it my hatred for the compulsive need some people feel to point out the factual inaccuracies in a joke, or some other form of humour. Of course, there is the idea of humour itself, and personally, the darker it is, the more I like it. (I was tempted to add that it works the same way for me with women's skin colour, but I think I will leave that out. On hindsight, its already been said anyway, right?) Anyway, it's a fucking joke, its meant to be funny, you know, when you open you mouth and go "hahaha" or "hihihi" or "hehehe" or "hohoho" (which is the perfect sound of laughter in the company of a drunk 'under-dressed' woman who is all set to put out to the stranger in the corner; yes, even if she is a 'friend'; especially if she is a friend) or whatever other retarded sounds you like to make when happy.

Some of you, my readers, really need to take life a little easier in general. If you go looking for issues, there will also be countless to find. But why this counter-productive love for complexity? The simpler you keep things, the higher your chances of finding happiness in life, which I think should be the main purpose of anyone's existence. I can already hear half of you thinking in a voice you would hate to hear me imitating "But Himanshu, things are not as simple as you make them out to be...". Yes, I know, and fuck you too. The existence of the possibility to complicate something does not necessitate it. And the existence of a certain complexity does not necessitate you to entangle yourself in it. If you still choose to do so, good for you, but stop trying to tell me to do the same. Complexity of thoughts DOES NOT mean increased awareness. If I were any more sensitive a person, I would hurt from seeing all these minds damaged by education.

Now I must rest so that I can get up on time for another day of drudgery and slavery. And one of these days, I must write about the most irresponsible thing I remember doing in a LONG time.