The Nonsensical Journal

… Sup? …

Self-awareness is a problem for an escapist, or it can pose to be a continuous obstacle causing occasional ripples of reality to seep through the intricate web of fantasy tightly woven… underneath it all? … I’d be lying if I claimed to know whether reality is on top and fantasy on bottom, for all I know they could be standing side by side… or in line… it’s an obstacle is the gist of it all, there is no need to over-think the matter… but it does leave me wondering…

Moving on…

I, however, am in no denial about who I am… I have come to terms with my irrelevant existence, and decided long ago that I am, in fact, a loser… I’ve come to terms with this matter, and it might come as a surprise to many but I actually joined these ranks willingly… I’ve seen what winners do, and if it’s not immoral then it’s damn right too much work for a finite existence… Look, you prove to me that The Grimm Reaper will fly me off in my G5 and I might be convinced to be a greedy prick…

Most importantly though, I freed myself from the incessant need to continuously judge others who are not winners… by that I mean us losers… You see in the eyes of the winners there are only two people in this world, “Winners” and “Losers”… There are no misfortunes, bad luck, natural disasters…

Okay, so natural disasters are bad luck, I couldn’t find anything else… it’s poetic license or whatever…

I fucking know this isn’t poetry… Are you done? You can just stop reading instead of constantly interrupting me…

I occasionally talk to myself, but this time I was talking to you…

Society and its standards dictate and define the winners; society today is slightly better than beetle dung, so who really wants to be a winner among shits? That would only mean you’re a winning shit, or a great shit… At the end of the day, my dear winner, you’re a shit…

Hypocrisy and double standards run amok and rule with an iron fist… Women Rights, Child Rights, Equality, Civil Rights, Personal Rights… All these rights to correct the wrongs which we created in the first place… Humans love drama, why live peacefully when we can constantly fight and march for some right or another?

A few weeks ago a company released a car decal of a woman bound and gagged, and when applied to your car it would seem that she’s in the trunk… Now I know what you’re thinking… Kinky! … However, for some reason or another, women rights organizations promptly stepped up and ended that; a natural conclusion to a distasteful decal … (Although I can argue that you should just get a sense of humor, but to avoid being curb stomped by a frenzied feminist, I will shut up)

I wonder if that decal was of a man being bound and gagged what would the public reaction be? … I strongly believe none, not a single reaction; maybe we would even feel free to laugh at an inappropriate joke…

The double standard we built in society which treats women as their inferior, decided that while men remain superior, they are disposable… hence the millions of unmarked tombs for those “unknown soldiers”… Sure women go to war too, and while I didn’t conduct any research I can confidently say more men have been callously disposed on a blood soaked field than women; mostly because the inferiority we created has luckily, for centuries, denied women the opportunity to wield a weapon and kill for God, King and Country…

My thought was… Why did women organizations come out and stop the decal instead of Human Rights? This image shouldn’t represent a gender problem; it should represent a human problem…

It’s okay though, a few days after, Iowa decided to grant blind people gun permits… That’s a case of double standards corrected; just because you’re blind doesn’t mean you don’t have the right to conclude another person’s life…  Justice is blind after all…

Killing each other is a right we all have, dammit, the constitution protects my right to kill…

So I remain a loser, and I love it… I love everything about it. My little world of comics, books, video games and substances all come together in beautiful alchemy… In a most tantalizing fantasy, and when you judge us as losers, I say … yeah, and I’m content, happy, and I have a wicked buzz…