When my time comes...

When my time comes, I hope it comes quickly without time for reflection. We are most happy when we live in blissful ignorance of death. An accident, a bullet, a sudden heart attack... these are far better than knowing the end is near.

Life is too short to spend it with a stupid mate

Since I've only had relationships with women, I can only speak in the capacity of a straight man. If there is but one important lesson of love that I have learned it is this: never enter into a relationship with a stupid woman (the same is probably true about men, but I lack the experience to know for sure). Here are the draw-backs of relationships with stupid women.

(1) She can easily be manipulated by other men.

(2) Years later she will forget how old you were and start making up stories that you were not just three years older than her, but a whole generation older, that you "made her fall in love with you," and that everything that happened between the two of you was the product of that imagined age difference. Pointing out mathematical reality like, you were born in year X and I was born in year X - 3 would be meaningless to her because, well, because she's so fucking stupid.

(3) Her limited understanding of EVERYTHING will lead her to adapt some simple theory that someone told her and she will try to stuff you into that theory and draw from it a million other non-factual conclusions about you.

(4) Her stupidity will make her think that someone that is attempting to harm her is attempting to help her (remember point (1) above).

(5) She will never take responsibility for her own decisions.

So, my advice to men is to NOT pursue that stupid woman and wait until you find a truly intelligent woman. Brains make a very big difference.

Life is short

My greatest regret in life is that I did a poor job at choosing friends, especially when I was young.  The many stab wounds in my back have thickened my skin and I have learned so much I wish I always had known.  I can now spot a sociopath from a mile away, identify a reptile in an instant, and smell a parasite from across the street.

Some things that should happen will never happen

Life is Good

Creeps from childhood...

Sometimes I think the most pathetic people that have been a part of my life are the back biters that were my friends when I was young.  Most of my friends of youth have spent their entire lives within but a few miles of where they were born.  I haven't.  In fact, I've lived in more places than most people have visited.  Each place I've lived has changed me a bit.  Additionally, I've seen things in this world that few Americans have seen.  I've seen the consequences of war.  I've seen (and lived in) abject poverty.  I've nearly died several times.  Everything I have in life has been a great struggle.  I even had to fight to get my wife and daughter into the United States.  Yet, over the years, this "friends" of youth have done what they can to bring me down and to judge me by the mistakes I made as a young person, a person I am no longer.

I can see why these people don't understand that people can change profoundly.  I think an important ingredient in change involves going out into the world and fighting to exist.  They haven't done these things.  The most pathetic of all is an ex-girlfriend.  She never had to struggle in life.  Yet, she found plenty of time to attack someone she doesn't even know.  I think it runs in her family.  Her father was an asshole too.

Look at an ugly woman through the beer goggles of deception

Have you ever met someone that, after many years, you looked back and wondered how you could have ever found that person attractive?  Many times I've wondered how it was that I fell for a sociopath named Bridget.

Bridget was not good looking.  At that time in my life I was in a relationship that repeatedly extinguished every dream I had.  When Bridget came into my life, I saw her as the opposite of the person with whom I was bound.  Bridget, it was later revealed, was an infiltrator sent to spy on a political organization that I was a member of.  Had I known that, back then, there never would have been any connection between myself and this subhuman waste of skin.

I was aware of her profound physical ugliness, but there was something about her personality and her professed interests that drew me in and overcame her plainness.    My estimation of the inner Bridget became a kind of beer goggles, masking her true presentation.  I was willing to ignore her far-too-pale skin, her straw hair, her hideous nose, and her boring eyes.

Before that point, I didn't know what a sociopath really was.  Her fake persona was a professional act.  I was tricked.  Later I discovered that she was a liar, a snitch, a defamer, and an amoral hollow shell of a person.  It is a hard lesson I learned.  I am now far more cautious of people that drop into my life.