of love hate and friendship *edit* and stupid knock knock jokes.

why must we hate?

when i say 'we', i dont include me. i don't hate anyone, and very few 'thing's'. im not bragging. its fuckin true.

im all about hurting the other guy, and not me. so hating makes no sense to me. cause the only thing that gets hurt when i hate, is me.

ignorance however, is a nasty little weapon. helps you stomp all over the other person's ego, save some face for yourself and generally keeps you in a calmer frame of mind. don't get me wrong. i dont mean anger here.

im angry as hell. but its a spike. i go from calm to serious anger to calm in the space of 3 minutes. maybe less. ive always felt my anger is a gift. i dont want to let go of it. its helped me all my life. you could call me stupid, irresponsible, ive once even been called jackass:the indian adventure. but nobody, and i mean nobody can ever tell me that ive backed down from a confrontation when i know im right. thats the one thing i can say with pride. im not proud of fighting, i hate to fight. everytime i fight, i know no matter how much i hurt the other guy, tomorrow i too will wake up with one or more parts of my body aching, and possibly my face(my meal ticket(i wish)) not looking so good. however, for anyone who has not felt the adrenaline rush of getting into a fight and laying a punch which has all your body behind it on another guys chin:

1) either ur a nice and lucky guy.

2)you backed out. got scared. next time, fight. i know its wrong to say this, but be a man.

i dont imply that fighting makes you a man. but standing up and not taking shit does.

why am i like this? what makes me this way. 2 answers:

- my father. the most courageous guy on the fucking planet.

- westerns. influenced my father, influenced me. used to read them before sleeping and have crazy dreams.

i idolize my father, as well as hate his guts. we get along epicly when we are united against a third person. but have ego problems with each other. he can still beat me up, break my arm in arm-wrestling and play better sports than me when im 23 and hes like what....49?

the man is truly phenomenal.

anyway, so where was i. yes. hating. not worth my time. and now that im working (more on that later), i find i have even lesser time now and hating anyone is out of the question.

hmmm. how can any post be complete without a mention of my kisunja. kisunja has left me to meet her mom. im all lonely. the internet is nice, but i know it'll be tough sleeping tonight.

but hey. one good thing. i got to update my blog :)

recently blogs and twitter accounts became a big topic of debate(polite term for fighting) in mehome, but fuck that. i honestly don't care about the topic, the fight or the twitter blogs.

damn, i wish i knew some cool quote which i could put down here and seem all intellectual to myself. meh.

ok ok. heres one.

knock knock.

whose there.
boo.

boo who?

stop crying you stupid bitch and open the fuckin door!!!

ok. that was lame of epic proportions.