Tuesday, October 3
I am trying desperately, grabbing onto my dear life - to resist from eating a Rice Krispies Treat. Because after you eat one, within three minutes that one Rice Krispies Treat will have now become four; and so on. They fucking put crack in those things, I swear.

So I was watching the news recently while getting ready to leave the house in the morning, when this dumbest of the fucking dumbest news stories came on the air on CBS Morning News. I know the war is no funny issue or something to take lightly, but they have come up with a semi-therapeutic replacement for the men who are overseas. What is this replacement? A cut-out cardboard replica of the man.

That's right - families all across the country are carrying around cardboard cut-outs of their husbands and fathers; to baseball games, to the Olive Garden, to the DMV - you name it. They call these cardboard cut-outs "Flat Daddies." He even sits at the dinner table and watches TV with his non-cardboard children.

Now it is absolutely prominent in natural behavior that when a loved one is gone and at another faraway place, you miss them. That is absolutely true. But, you need not be a fucking pussy and resort to such immature and thoughtless things, because what that distant person really wants to see from you is to be strong - not fucking cry your balls off until you get so dehydrated that your epidermal pores start to contract and shrivel up like a paper bag.

What is even sadder is that the families even talk to and touch the cardboard like it is actual human flesh and has an actual human brain made of cells and tissue. Talk about close-mindedness and the inability to accept the fact that things are the way they are. Why not shut the fuck up and do something to improve the current situation? Or simply to just, stop moping and groaning and move on with your life - do something progressive and useful for fuck's sake. That is the greatest indication of growth and maturity in a person.

Besides the shallow fact that you look stupid, it's the fact that you are showcasing your complete and utter weakness to the entire world as you carry that colored cut-out piece of refridgerator box in the shape of a human being with you to Starbucks. Carrying that piece of shit around with you in public is just telling me that you can't get over the fact that life sucks, and that you can't deal with your problems. Or that you can sort of deal with your problems in a pussy way, but gradually and more slowly than need be - that is still fucking weakness right there - the closed mind that cannot get over the reality.

Any means of imitation or copying of anything at all, is a sign of weakness. Why do young people look up so high at celebrities? Why do we copy our favorite actor or musician's style, personality, etc.? Why do we try to fit in with the crowd and find the clique in where we "belong?" It's because we are fucking weak on the inside, and can't find our rightful niche in the world. That is fucking why.


Christina N. @ 7:33 PM