What a turn...

     Well, well, well, guess I'm back here again. At the behest of an acquaintance, I've once again picked up my pen and started jotting my thoughts for the world to see. Ironic, given that I'm not one privy to my own secrets, and only writing it here just to whisk away the thoughts that currently reside within me. However, I have realized that, this is indeed a good way to release my emotions and help keep my sanity (Whatever that remains of it) afloat. Given my in depth lack of willingness to be brash about topics I know will draw nothing short of the ire of people in my world now, this place does give me a sense of serenity to appreciate the thoughts, good or bad.

    Just like how I decided to pick up the pen today, I decided to give a thought about the people I have been interacting recently. They aren't terrible people to begin with (Yes, I am putting it here, only because I know now that there are people reading it.), but a lot could be, well, changed and honestly, I'm no fan of believing in inorganic change, but seriously, there are people that really I wished, could do well with a tweak to themselves now. So as to not confuse them, I'll just call them Mr. M, Mr. B, and even though I'm frankly disgusted at looking at my own reflection for this, Mr. C. 

    Let's start with Mr. M, I suppose, given that I have spent the most amount of time around him, and with a recent problem that has arisen thanks to him. What's the issue, you ask? Well, he got into a squabble with another friend of ours and has been cold to the poor sob since. While I'm not one to take sides to determine the fault; I clearly saw a glimmer of childishness within the squabble, and frankly, it's been bugging me ever since. FYI, all of us are already past the age of 18, meaning at this point in time, I'd be rude to call anyone a kid, but the squabble seems so minute that I frankly, can't seem to not want to point fingers and say that he's a kid, calling him out. I'd not want to share details, but the fact that he got riled at our friend joining back into the fold of  playing a game seems too... small-hearted. Whilst my brother, who also knows the both of them, would rather turn a blind eye to them and this situation, I simply am unable to condone the reason for him to get upset. Frankly, I'd want my own brother too to call him out for the unreasonable attitude and get them to reconciliate, it's a fool's errand to say the least, given how my brother clearly is selfish to salvage a playing partner, to rid himself of another friend. But then again, with all that monkey noise Mr. M makes, I'd rather just not play with their games, especially when it's a gentleman's game, pitting wits, not a petting zoo's on the Fridays, where the beast which makes the dumbest sound is the most entertaining. Also, "I'm malding" is seriously, only fun the first few times I hear on a table, and not when the entire table (barring me) is freakishly squawking like it's a call for food by hungry chicks. Also, to add insult to the already purplish-blue hue that is a congregation of blood cells' injury, being competitive is nice and all, but being an ass just because you have to spend a lot in order to play a game competitive isn't just dumb, but frankly, RETARDED. It's a hobby, not your goddamn magnum opus, you nitwit! I can understand the idea of fun is nothing short of subjective, but you have an issue with playing a more casual level, especially when the game is designed to have people having fun on a causal level!? To quote a man from the movie Forrest Gump (Great movie , Tom Hanks, it's witty and funny), "Are you stupid or something?"

    On to Mr. B, and frankly, he's gotten beef with so many children, at this point in writing, I'd be hard-pressed to find a kid, who hasn't had a opinion on him that sounds similar to "Duck!". However, Mr. B is someone whom I frankly, have sort of come to terms on. I understand his pain of controlling emotions, and not all of us can do so easily. Some of us have it harder to maintain a delicate balance in dealing with unhappiness and anger management, and even I'm no exception. All of us are inherently flawed, some more than others, and whilst I'd like to keep extending the hand to help Mr. B, I'd frankly hope he too realizes that at some point, he's got to understand that a child's mouth is nothing but harmless. And that being an adult is to accept that the words of your juniors are but harmless stings, sure they can hurt, but the pain is temporary. The adult world is where the actual stings turn into wounds, where a harmless phrase can send a man tumbling into a world of depraved thoughts and nightmarish ideas, and can make him writhe in pain and write an entire blog post to justify his thoughts.

    Lastly, I guess I have to talk about Mr. C, and frankly, the poor sod is someone I'd rather he just give up on having people around the place accept him and seek shelter elsewhere. He's a goner in my own opinion, a soul even I cannot resuscitate with the amount of knowledge and history of being disliked. Yes, I am indeed aware and conscious about my flaws and how it draws the ire of people, but therein lies my beauty, the thing that separates me out of the millions of people that are nothing but chaff to the cattle of life. Whilst that I'm not willing to change to suit others, I find it too that I do not wish for others to change to suit mines. But it takes a special someone to draw out my ire. Although I often choose to be a lot more conscientious and meticulous with my treatment to people, there are indeed people I cannot simply condone. Who are you, Mr. C, to consistently trouble the people around and earn nothing but the ire of others? Who are you, to look down upon people who do not play well in the games you're naught but a flagrant cheat at? If you wish to be Trump, I will be the Joe Biden, the Barack Obama, the Kamala Harris to call you out here and not even be subtle about it. You're a cheat, and a bragger, for what? So that a few more eyeballs will notice your "strength" and not the thing you lack? You're the sum of what disgust me from the people who are the elitist and the people who think that they have what it takes to be powerful. You aren't. YOU rely upon cheating out a winning pattern that is so blatantly obvious that you might as well declare that you have them all the time. And yes, I mean it. YOU are such a sore ass loser, calling out people who do not play as "well" as YOU do. YOU don't, Mr. C, and you ought to be ashamed about it. Not only that, you call others for hours on end thinking that they be free to hear the ramblings of a lunatic, when they are more than willing to spend the time to deal with the more fundamental things regarding their lives. Frankly, you're disgusting, and I hope my immediate walking away with my tray of food instead of sitting with you has told you well enough of my position on that day with what of a person you are, and the lack thereof. While I can accept pussies and weaknesses, I cannot accept assholes and dicks.

    Whilst I'd like to talk more about others, I'd rather not ramble on too much, and just want to leave it at that. Frankly, these opinions represent a man, a human being, whose inherent desire is to see the betterment of my fellow man, nothing else. I too am flawed in many ways and I have accepted that forms of criticism are abound even if I choose to ignore. People will also speak ill about me as much as I speak of others, and if anything, my last post about such rambles have taught me that while a bonfire will burn through parchment, one must accept that others will spit the acid upon you the same way that you do. And the only way to show that you can, is to swallow the spit and walk on gracefully.

Ian