Life Signs

Expose yourself to others and let them know who you really are. That is what many of us fail to heed. We put on many facades in our lives, far too many times. We often have our personal reasons or vendettas but sometimes it may result in us doing so just to spite someone. But we still go ahead and do it. Do we not care? Looking at one perspective, we don't. Very often, if not always, we only care about ourselves. Who will come forth and deny this factual statement? We do things purely for our own benefit. The altruist doesn't exist. Well, it wouldn't be too far fetched to say, never existed. If they do, they're lying. Yet, we often try to prove to others that we're being selfless. Unfortunately, a lot of them believe you. They trust your genuine nature. A minor percentile of those you know will see through you. But it is we who make ourselves out to be who we want to be. How is that in any way natural? Each path will result in us being different. No matter what the directive or objective, we're still selfish. But doing so isn't a sin. Everyone does it and why must it become something carnal? The one who mocks your selfish nature is being selfish too. He or she wants to prove to you that he or she is being the greater person since they're unlike you. But it is you who is unlike them.

As much you try, you're being yourself. Isn't that what everyone is raving out and about? For someone to accept who you really are, isn't it about accepting all their flaws? Isn't that what all of you want? Well, you have to learn to grow with it. But being selfish isn't a flaw. As a matter of fact, it's human nature. Feel free to disagree. Only you know what you're really hiding. So what use is being selfless? Just to make yourself and the other party feel good for that period of time? Perhaps, it does have some benefit for others. You're at the losing end. Try being selfless for a long time to come and see what happens to you. You start to feel less appreciated and more wanted. Wanted in the sense, where people love to take advantage of your sensitive nature. Try that with being selfish. You stand to gain. Never mind that the other party is feeling the pinch. They too will slowly come to their senses without realizing it. They too will become selfish. Then they will point their fingers at you to fault you. Have you become the sole reason for their change? You may choose to gladly accept it. It is, in fact, what you wanted them to become. But aren't they really being themselves now as compared to putting on a false front all this while? They will choose to blame you for their transformation as long you're around. Perhaps, even after you leave. They will always reflect that they've become an animal like you but they will never comprehend that it is they who have been lying to themselves.

The selfish person prays to imaginary gods but sleeps with real devils. They roam around earth to make love and yet kill the ones who doesn't see eye to eye with them. They preach about peace yet they wage war. They're civilized yet they behave in barbaric fashion. They're friends with you yet they backstab you. Parables aplenty. We are such people. We may despise such things but we do them all the time. So let us cease finding fault with others. Are we not imperfect? Why do we constantly criticize others when we're not and can never be perfect? Perhaps we should learn to accept that, whatever happens around us is for a reason even if we're not capable of understanding it. I was once told, 'war destroys, war creates'. Makes a whole lot of sense to me. Sometimes we have the need to destroy something useless or outdated and make something new or improvise. That is how we have progressed. That is how it will be. If everyone was to fake selflessness, we wouldn't have moved forward in life. Everyone would be content with what they had. No one will branch forward. Civilization would have crumbled. Wars would never have happened and that would have caused a mess. Yes, a bigger mess would have happened if not for war. History may have been different but fuck that. No use arguing that it may have been different if people chose a different path. It has already happened. Quit bitching. Never mind that many lost their lives in the struggle. It's over. Don't fake your mourning for them. They probably weren't interested to fight anyway. All that manipulation to fight doesn't make you a real hero or martyr. Those that compel you to fight, want you to die for your country. Your country wasn't even yours to begin with. So who are you taking ownership and partnership with? Did your country from the ground up, come forth and told you to fight for freedom or freedom? It is men. Ruthless, selfish men who want the riches of this world. Nothing wrong in wanting and attaining such massive wealth. You always question the means of collating such wealth but is it not what you would've wanted? Would you have said no to such magnitude? Perhaps, you might deny in the current day but when you realize that selfishness is mandatory to survival, you would have gladly nodded your head. Fear not, I'm with you. I would have said yes sir myself. We're only going to live once, so we think. Might as well live an extravagant, luxurious life.

Selfishness may have divided the world but selflessness will never rectify that damage. It will always be low in numbers. Best if it stays that way. Unless you have a shit load of money to waste and you're living a uneventful life and want to start a charitable organization, selflessness is not for you. For fuck's sake, you gain nothing. Peace of mind? Fuck no. Having miserable people suffocating you endlessly with their mundane, heartbreaking life stories are not going to give you inner peace. Sitting there, listening to their pathetic tales isn't going to give you a spiritual uplift. No, the gods won't favour you for that. Admittedly, you may become renowned and famous. Were you expecting something else? You knew you were going to get the recognition anyway. Come one, quit denying it. You may try and refuse but the critics will call you names. Will that not bring you out of your seat and into the outside? All that attention and fame will get to you. You will primarily live to maintain your name. Any fuck up you do and that will end your road to spiritual enhancement. Go ahead and proclaim that you're not selfish at all here. Do try. Deep down inside, you know that you're somewhat selfish. Be it in the smallest of quantities but it is true. Nothing you can do about it. Everyone is selfish. Once you've learnt to accept that divine truth, perhaps you will know what to do. Where to go from here and how to accomplish what you've wanted. As with all things, everything needs a balance. Rather than denying your selfish self, accept it with open arms but avoid drowning into the pool of selfishness. If that happens, it may have disastrous consequences but you already knew that the moment you indulged in self-realization. Nothing you can't handle, really.

So, start today. Live a new found selfish life. At least, finish what you need to do for yourself. Never mind if it is at the expense of others. I'm sure they wouldn't mind when they have realized it too. That is how the others would have you do it. That is how others have done it. That is how others will do it. That is how others must do it. Stop denying knowledge when it has come to you. Do not be left behind. Do not be fooled. Dare to be different. Dare to break away from traditionalist behaviours and patterns. Mould yourself to accept any form of criticism. Everyone you know will be happy you've realized the real you. They will stop advising you that you're being too nice and selfless to people. Do you not remember the close ones who mention that all the time? Give them some credit. They did know what they were talking about at that time. Perhaps, not to this extend but you should get the point. If the close ones mock you, you will retaliate valiantly. You will inform them that this is what they've wanted of you. You will inform them that this is the reality. Smile at their startled look. They will smile along later on, if not now. Remember, that you have nothing to fear in that aspect except yourself.

Tags: provoking thoughts, personal thoughts, humor, life

Beginning

The end is near. Will you run? Will you hide? Will it get you? Will you get it? Will you get to it? Will it get to you? Questions. Questions. Questions. Answers. Answers. Answers. None. None. None. You panic. You run. It's dark. Cold. You shiver. You stop short of breath. You reach the gate. You struggle to open it. You tear yourself apart. Limbs galore. Ripped clothes. Sweat. Colder. You gasp for breath. You widen your eyes. Your belief is stronger now. You break open the gate. You break free. Freedom at last. Freedom. You rejoice. It rains. You're drenched. Your clothes reveal you. The real you. The free you. You race to the end. The end that you seek. The end beyond freedom. But they have come. They got there before you. You freeze in fear. They eye your every part. You feel the chill. You were fooled. This isn't the end. Your freedom is over. They will get you. They feel you. You feel them. They give chase. You can't move. They get nearer. Nearer. They pounce. You fall. You know they will finish you. This is the end. Your end. But they don't. They pick you up. Shelter you with an umbrella. They embrace you. You feel disgust. They soothe you. You slowly feel comfort. Warmth. The same warmth you have been longing for. It's real now. Everything is real. Everything they said was true. You close your eyes and dream. You feel them lift you over their heads. They sing your praises. They gently sit you on their shoulders. They fling the umbrella. You feel the rain. You embrace it. Warm. The rain is warm. They sense your delight. They guide you to the end. Suddenly it stops. The rain. Everyone starts to ponder. Why? Why now? Why must the time come now? The sun is out. Cold. You feel cold once again. You shiver again. They drop you and run. You scream for them. They do not hear you. They cannot hear you. They will not come to save you. They disappear in the light. You feel tightness in your chest. You collapse. Hours past. You feel warmth. The same warmth again. You slowly open your eyes. Angels you think. You are wrong. Light. Bright. Warm. Not cold. You smile at yourself. You look out to the horizon. You tear. You are safe again. The blanket comforts you. The naked you. The real you. You throw the blanket aside. You are naked. You are real. You are you. You see a dimmed door. You enjoy your new found nakedness. The reality. You walk to the door and open it. They are there. Everyone. Everyone you know. Everyone you love. Everyone who loves you. They are all naked. They are all real. They are all themselves. You touch all their breasts. Warmth. The same warmth. You jump up and down in ecstasy. They kiss you. They fondle you. They arouse you. You kiss them. You fondle them. You arouse them. They sleep with you. You sleep with them. Sweat. Warmth. You close your eyes. You sleep. You wake up suddenly. It's a dream. You remember it's a dream. You feel them still embracing you. You embrace you. They walk you to the end. They kiss you. They fondle you. They arouse. You kiss them. You fondle them. You arouse them. They sleep with you. You sleep with them. Sweat. Warmth. You smile. You close your eyes. They lay beside you. You are the world. You are the universe. You rule everything. You laugh at them. The critics. The fighters. The fuckers. The killers. You have won. You have done it. You have conquered your fear. You wake up. They wake up. It's dark again. You have been fooled again. Will you not learn? Will you not succumb to your physical desires? Will you let the devil rule you? Will you? Will you? Learn. Fight. Struggle. Oppress. Kill. Annihilate. Eradicate. Die. All of you. They have come. They have come to get you. They will find you. Kill you. Eat you. Destroy you. You will lose. You are alone. Naked. Real. You. Run. Run away. Run away from everything. No. You fight. Run. You fight harder. Run. You push your luck. Run. You almost give up. Run. No. Run. No. Run. You fight it harder. Stay. Yes. Succeed them. They have found you. They race towards you. You race towards them. Kill. Kill. Kill. Die. Die. Die. It's over. They are dead. It's done. You have finished what you have started. It's time to go. You move before they come again. You know they will find you. Evil finds evil. You will forever be in this game. You run away. Run. Yes. Run. Yes. Run. Yes. You speed up. You get exhausted. You slow down. Catch your breath. Slowly. Take your time. Calm down. Nowhere to go. Dead end. Have you been fooled yet again? Will this not end? Why am I being tortured? Finish it for once. No. This will go on. Everyday. Nothing you do will stop this. If you're displeased, go away. If you find it pleasing stay. But you have tried going away. This always happens. Each time a different loop. Where to from here? You turn back. They are not there. But they will come. They have smelt you. You race back to where you came from. You turn left. Go straight. No. Turn right. You go straight. You turn left. Right. Straight. Left. Right. You stop. You are not lost. You arrive at where you first started. You can't remember how you got there. You keep running in different directions. Everywhere is the same. You are in a maze. A never ending maze. Every thing around you is identical. Everything is symmetrical. You see no pattern. You cannot find a pattern. For everything around you is random. Random but perfect. Perfection has no end. You scream in fear. You are alone. They will come to get you. They are coming. They are near. They smell you. See you. They will get you. They get you. It's over. You end is here. The end is near. No. For this is the beginning.

Tags: provoking thoughts, personal thoughts, life

Left Stranded

A sad, sad state. That is the state she has put him in. He will remember all that he has done. He tries, till today, to comprehend why he is being loathed, so much. Perhaps he knows. Perhaps he is running away from himself. Perhaps he will discover himself one day. What can he do? What will he do? What must he do? Endless questions run in his mind. Infinite answers all await to burst out from his bubble. But he withdrew himself from thinking too much. Yet his thoughts are filled. Filled with evil. He grabs a pen and pens down his perplexed thoughts. All he sees on that piece of paper are scratch and sketch marks. He grimaces at himself. He feels like picking up the phone to sass the other party. He dials. He scribbles something on the paper again. Somewhat a pastel is formed. Engaged tone after a continuous ring. The call is probably avoided. He presses the redial button. Pause. Engaged tone, again.

He slams the receiver down in frustration. He mumbles something to himself. Something even he couldn't fathom. He smirks at himself. The message ring tone on his mobile goes off. From the same number he has been trying to dial. Trembling, he views the message in anxiety. The information he had received moments ago, was true. It was what he had already expected. The message was from a third party. Probably a relative or relation. A drop of tear rolled down his cheek and remained there, waiting for its owner to make the slightest movement. The free fall was stopped short by the bright contrast from the phone's LCD. Wiping it away and his eyes, he threw the mobile onto his bed and picks up the receiver from his home phone and makes a very important call. The most important call he may ever make in his life, for now.

After a short, crisp conversation, he packs his everyday stuff and walks out the door in a flash. As he locks the door and prepares to look up to see where he is going, he sees someone. Before he could open his mouth to speak, he knew no words were there. He drops the keys. That someone picks it up even before he could move an inch. Struggling to show a sign of good gesture, he reaches out his hand. She grabs him by the arm and urges him to make haste. They hail a cab and and zoom off to where they're headed. They have less than an hour before everything ends. The only words spoken during the entire journey was informing the cab driver the location. They sit apart, distancing themselves, as usual.

They rush out of the cab, nearly forgetting to make payment. Before he could even pull out his more than feminine purse, she snatches the change from the cab driver's wrinkled hands. They slow down their pace as they enter the residence. The magnitude of the place overwhelms them. Her soft hand holding his own somehow leaves him in a very comfortable zone. But he confabulates with her, for the first time, that they're here for an entirely different reason. She nods and acknowledges him. They arrive at the door in sheer consternation. She slaps his hand as he tries to turn the knob. She grabs her hanky and slowly turns the knob. The door remained unlocked as he had expected more people to turn up. The door creaked sending the signal that new entry has been made into the room. Heads turn in angst and indignation. He looks at his watch. Seven minutes to five. He had been thinking all this while that he had made it. He was puzzled as to why he was stared at. Then it hit him.

He had ended up in the wrong abode. His lack of familiarity with his surroundings has lead him to her place. He fucked himself for thinking that she was coming with him to where he was going. He was so enthralled by her features and the alluring eau de parfum that he had failed to listen to the location that she had told the cab driver. She had wanted him for herself. To do something for her. Something that she knows only he is capable of. But it was the wrong time. Was she not aware of what had happened? Was she uninformed or was it his gullible nature? He plucked up the courage to open his mouth to speak but he couldn't utter a word. She sensed his nervousness. She beckoned him to speak for the very first time. Will he leave this jaw-dropping beauty knowing he will get something in return for what he is to do for her or disappoint his ego and leave to where he was actually supposed to head to?

He gaped at his watch. He had always liked this watch. Three minutes to five. Even the God he believes in couldn't possibly create a miracle now to get him where he was supposed to be. He took a deep breath and explained to her the predicament as quickly as he could. She comprehended him, as usual. He was pleased by her response. But what she was going to say next would leave him breathless. She denied him to leave even though she had the means to fly him off by helicopter to reach his location in five minutes. Two minutes delay would make a lot of difference, he had thought earlier. But now, she declined his proposition to get going. He had no alternative. He will never make it there, ever.

Everyone there pondered about his absence, or in their newly formed opinion, ignorance. They had noticed him being indifferent towards them of late. But they had forgiven him for they were about to rejoice. Rumors start to spread across the hall. Him not being there has led them to make a mockery out of him. Two minutes to five. The hour approaches. Their excitement is beyond their acting leader's control. They create a rumpus. Tantrums are thrown everywhere. Their acting leader bellows to his fellow men and women, all of whom are in their undergarments now. One minute to five. One more minute before everyone gets naked and wild. One more minute before the sacrificial ritual starts. Fifty-nine seconds and counting.

She was securely tied down by ropes which have already started to cut beyond the blisters. Stripped naked and positioned as if she is into bondage, she was gagged. Countless hands grabbed every part of her body that they could get their hands on. Molested and violated, she knew this was the end of her life. She knows how the ritual starts and ends. All the males will violently hump into her. It was and never could be constituted as rape because everyone who took an oath to join this elite group knew what was in store for them. They enjoyed sex more than many of their counterparts. The females will fuck her before the males proceed. Once everyone including the acting leader and the leader are done inserting their semen into her, they butcher her into bits, starting from the toes, while she watches. No one in this elite group has ever cried in pain. Everyone, even the adolescent, truly enjoyed and believed this was their moment of reaching God. Their God.

Five seconds remain. Four. Three. Two. One. Her time is up. She tries to put on a happy facade but they see through her evil intentions. Failure to show happiness in this cause is their Devil. They give her one last chance and pour the holy water all over her. They see that she is truly happy now. Everyone is already naked by that instance. The stage is set for the biggest orgy. Moans fill the room of the building, miles away from the nearest expressway. No one would hear and know a single thing. The first female steps forward, delighted beyond words. She rubs herself in oil and proceeds to rub herself all over the special one, sucking, kissing and licking as she pleases. She steps back and slowly goes down on her. The crowd cheers on. The sight is breathtaking beyond words.

He looked at his watch again. He knew the time is up. Her time. He has failed to get there. How could he not be there? For he was their leader. The one who started this elite group. He was their Bob Marley of sorts. But this time, he wasn't suppose to go there to finish fucking the special one. He had other intentions. He had come clean. He wanted to put an end to this. He could force himself to endure another female on this female but not another male. For the one who was being fucked by another female, right at that moment, was none other than his wife.

To be continued anytime if anyone at all shows interest in this story.

Tags: personal thoughts

Spaces In Between

The tiny eyes. The innocent lips. That alluring face. That look. A cold, hard stare. Something that you'd want to walk away from. You walk away in apprehension. But the feel of the stare is still within you as you scurry away. You turn around after a distance and those eyes aren't there anymore. You scour the area desperately to seek, again, what you came for. But it is no longer there. No longer within your sight. You start to feel anxious. Your eyes zoom in and out and widen its scope. You start to squint. You see a faint image. A familiar image. The image you have been seeing for so long. You hasten your pace to walk towards that image. Your vision gets clearer with every step. Your footsteps start getting wider apart. You see that which you have chosen to avoid. Every time you inch towards those eyes, you fear. Fear yourself. Fear what you will do to yourself. Fear what you will do to those eyes. Fear what will become of you when those eyes scrutinize you. But each and every time you pluck up the courage to stand your ground, you tremble. You start to feel as if you're about to piss all over yourself but your ego takes over and stops that from happening.

You pause for a second to catch your breath. You try and correct your vision. You embrace yourself, somehow, for what is to become of you and those eyes. Then you realize something. You've been spotted. You start to look around, all fidgety. No one is there. Not anymore. But, but, just a matter of seconds ago, you were swarmed with people. So where did everyone go? You slap the back of your head hoping this is a dream that you'd wake up from. Nothing happens. Those eyes move towards you. You blink in despondency. You rub your eyes. Your body is hampered. Your vision is cloudy. Your mind is shackled. Your close your eyes and hope it will all go away. You feel sweat all over your body. You feel those eyes looking straight at you from close proximity. So close, you can hear the breathing down your neck. You feel your lips brushed by another. It was the same feeling but something was foreign about it this time. You bother about it not and enjoy what you think is your lucky break.

Suddenly you feel nothing. Not being stared at. No one breathing down your neck. No lips brushing by. Silence. For five whole seconds. Then the noise is overwhelming. Traffic is heavier than usual. You're wet. From the heavy downpour that has been there all this while. You didn't feel it till now. You slowly open your eyes. You see a pair of eyes staring at you in amusement. You'd swear you've seen these eyes before. A smile appears on that face. You feel comforted that this person knows you but you fail to make sense of who that is. You look around, hoping to see those eyes. Nothing. The environment, ambiance, atmosphere and circumstance all seem completely different to you now. Irrelevant perhaps. You can hear the background noise but what these eyes tell you fall on deaf eyes. You try to clear your head. It works.

You and those eyes, both naked on the bed. Conjoined and making love. You smile to yourself. You start to feel the raindrops no more. You're home. Sheltered by love. By the familiar eyes. By the god sent umbrella. You're shoved aside to start walking. You look down onto the floor. Watching each drop of rain splattering on itself. You visualize the love making session in your head and start to feel warm. The warmth that these familiar eyes is showing on you. You fail to differentiate the reality from what is running on your mind. You know you've arrived at a room. Drenched. Despondent. Drugged. The umbrella is set aside. Buttons on your shirt come off, one at a time. Your jeans come off too. You're draped in a towel. Off comes your boxers. Your hair gets dried. You've been seated on the bed. Your body is getting dry. You start to visualize further. You feel the same warmth, down under. You chuckle. You moan. You fall asleep.

The hours have past. Your eyes open, slowly. You see the familiar eyes naked and getting dressed. Before you can wonder if you've just fucked your good friend, you wake up in a shock. You've been left stranded. In a cold, dark alley. Naked. No clothes, no money. Then you start to clear up. You feel the same warmth. You wake up. For real. It's a bright, sunny day. Those eyes that you've come looking for will never be seen anymore. That was the past that still haunts you every night. Every night before you hesitantly made love to these eyes. It became a routine. Something that you're still struggling to cope with. Just like every day, you're relieved that it is over, for now, for today.

You turn to other side of the bed. The familiar eyes smile at you again. You smile in return. You know you're home and safe with the one you love. You've left no spaces in between.

Tags: life, personal thoughts, provoking thoughts

The Truth About Lies And Lies About Truth

If someone poses a question to you and they ask for an honest opinion, have you been able to give your view without having the slightest of thoughts? Chances are you have not. Chances are you're never able to give an honest opinion immediately unless of course, you already know the question is coming your way. A lot of us have this tendency to think it over. So how honest is your honest opinion? Are we giving the other person something they want to hear or something you want to say to prove a point. Admit it folks, everyone gives their opinion on things to prove a point. Especially when they're ahead in that area of discussion. What point are they proving? The point that they know and you don't know. Their honest opinion might directly or indirectly change the way you think about the question or about that person. An honest opinion is one that comes unbiased, fresh and raw. Sort of like, in your face. Frank, straightforward or blunt. Call it any term you want. It's synonymous with honest or honesty. More often than not, I've given people honest opinions. What? It isn't as arduous as one would one think. They didn't ask me for an honest answer. It was merely an opinion. I have every avenue to lie to them if I want to hurt them or make them feel asinine about asking the question in the first place. Nonetheless, that doesn't make the opinion far from honest. Some people welcome something different for a change. Unless you're a wuss. Why is it so difficult for people to accept an honest opinion? It is just an opinion. Why are you letting it affect your life? Is this an excuse to put the blame on me for following my advice at that time when I was needed the most? So why even ask me for something honest when you know you're not going to like it? Is this an excuse to put the blame on me for not being tactful and flowery towards your feelings? If you ask me such a question, be prepared to accept what's coming your way. Else, ask some other self-professed nice guy who doesn't get laid. Somehow the people who never get laid seem to know so much about people who do get laid or get laid often.

That aside, when will typical girlfriends stop acting like they know so much about men and how they work? Just because you got raped, fucked like an object, fucked and dumped, didn't get fucked but got dumped or refused to give a blowjob or for any other sexual or non-sexual reason, does not allow you females to speak on behalf of the opposite gender. Especially, that which you have no knowledge about. See, men don't profess they understand women. A lot of intelligent, intellectual men pretend that they don't understand women but they do. Well almost. They're actually very observant. A quiet, decent chat with such men will reveal a lot about women, to women. To an extend where, women start to fascinate about such a man. But they don't want to fuck him. They need him. That man is every woman's best friend. The guy every girl wants a piece of. His brain, that is. The guy every girl would brag about to her girlfriends and will claim he is living proof that a man and a woman can and do have platonic relationships. So you go on arguing that all this is just bullshit and in a matter of time, that guy will eventually tell you that he is interested in you. What is wrong in that? He who does that is merely showing interest in the way you think. Not how big your tits and ass are. Then you go on arguing, with your self-conceited beliefs, that a man and a woman, actually all men and all women cannot have platonic relationships. You go on arguing about how you've been conned too many times. Conned in bed. Conned on bed. You go on arguing about how you got pregnant and got dumped by your boyfriend whom you loved so much and whom you thought also loved you as much. You know it's irrelevant to the topic but you just do it to get the usual female sympathy. Then you go on arguing about the words the bastard had said to you in bed and off bed. By now, you would've started to receive sympathy points. Then you go on arguing about how the guy you thought was the best friend actually offered to fuck you. You go on arguing when your friends told you that you oh so wanted to fuck him but you kept denying because you knew your pussy wouldn't endure that big a cock. You go on arguing that you being a woman will know where you stood, actually how you spread your legs, and that you already expected this fucking offer to come up. You go on arguing that as your best buddy, he was just kidding. You go on arguing that he really didn't want to fuck you but you knew in your conceited self that you thought that he thought you were so fucking hot. You go on arguing that if you had fucked him, you would have spoilt the friendship. You go on arguing that he will keep wanting the sex and that you'd feel guilty after having fucked your best friend. You go on arguing till your best friend shows up and you're completely unaware of it. You go on arguing until he tells your friends openly that he fucked you so hard last night and that you came five times. They love the slight laughter. You go on arguing that all men are bastards even though you got caught in the act. You stop, stopped arguing when he put his hand up your skirt just to make sure that you've kept up to your promise that you'd leave your thong behind at his place. You don't like it anymore? So fucking what? Well, fuck you bitch. Don't get all jumpy on me now. I'm still in line with the honesty concept.

My opinion. Honest opinion. But I can still lie. Where and when I'm lying is the whole point. What you take from this will not affect me but it might affect you. Will you be so quick as to judge my chauvinistic ideals or would you go further to find the real point in what I'm saying? Can you cross my thoughts and tell me if I'm right or wrong? If I do not see eye to eye on a subject of your interest, am I lying about what I say? Do I have to say something that you'd want to hear or that which would generally seem nice? If I say something unorthodox, I'm branded as a someone who tries to be different but is actually one who is like the rest. Do we say we're honest and that we don't judge people yet we're actually the ones who start doubting and judge our loved ones? Do we go on using our insecurities as reasons to blame and judge others? Where do we stand? What gave us the right to criticize others constantly and yet fail to live up to it when others do likewise to us? How would they have felt? Does it matter? Do we really need to bother what about people feel? What do we gain by being sensitive to some one's feelings? Aren't we doing everything just to prove a point that we're actually very nice deep down? Will they not see the us in us? Do we have to resort to theatrics just to get our views across? Are we not allowed to say what we wish? What we will? What we ascertain? Do we tell the truth without lying to ourselves? Do we tell the lies without being truthful to ourselves? Do we tell the truth without being truthful to ourselves? Do we tell the lies without lying to ourselves? Do we tell lies to conceal the truth or truth to conceal lies? Do we conceal the lies to throw out the truth or do we conceal the truth to showcase the lies? Haven't lies always seemed the easier thing to do? Haven't lies always helped you in times of need? Haven't lies saved lies? Truth only makes things difficult to understand because people can't understand it or enough of it. People enjoy lies and being lied to. It is the truth. They do not know that the truth they're being told are actually lies. They live a life of lies and lie all their lives. They do not know that they're lying. They're telling the truth. That is what they think. Everyone of us is just a pawn. We all lie. We all have lied. We still lie and we will keep on lying. Truth itself is a lie. Truth cannot withstand lies. Truth will always surface only when a lie exists. That makes lies very important in our lives. No lies, no room for truth. For when lies cease to exist, the truth itself becomes a lie. And it all starts over. In truth, everything I'm saying here is the truth. That is not a lie.

If you can see that, then you would've fully understood why you've been reading all this truth about lies and lies about truth.

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