I really don't enjoy reading.

Once and a while, I find a book by Ellen Hopkins or James Patterson that I truely will find myself engrossed in. However, while walking through Barnes And Noble today, I found myself in the abyss of vampire lust and teenage angst young adult novels, I thought to myself why. We spend hours of our life getting ourselves so caught up in these stories. The stories about imaginary friends and mysterious next door neighbors trying to find the purpose of the journey we call life. We get attached to these make believe situations to the point where we laugh, cry, and feel with them. we suffer their pain and take on their problems. However once they have reached their destination we feel their accomplishment. It is like the author has written a mini series in your life.

Here is when I ask Why. I tend to like to question everything. It seems to give everything a little more meaning and validation. Because if you can’t answer the question it is not worth the time.

Everyone has their own issues. Weither you can’t figure out what to wear tonight or if your father is suffering from a brain tumor. We all have our stories. So what is the point in reading about imaginary humans nonexistent lives. are you trying to find answers to solve your own problems, or are you just looking to escape?

Everyone is so worried about making the best of their lives. Theres a saying, Life is short, Seize the day. I agree with Carpe Diem, however the life is short part I’m not to sure about. The life expectancy overall in the United States is 78.3 years.

How the hell is that short?!

I guess if you are comparing it to the billions of years the earth has supposedly been around, yeah it’s pretty short. But the fact that you need to worry about making the best of your life just seems like a waste.

Carpe Diem, Seize the Day. Means to just take it day by day. if you do that, you have about 28, 488 days to laugh, cry, suffer, exceed, party, fuck, fuck up, and well just live.

Isn’t that enough?

People make mistakes, I find that acceptable, no body is perfect. Nobody has anything that is perfect. Not even Hugh Jackman is perfect..=]… So why not let yourself slip.

However, if you are so worried about making the best out of your life. Don’t make the same mistake twice. those mistakes are made to learn from. I feel like the people, or well, to be stereotypical, the loud,drama filled, GTL, hoochies and playas, that say they live for the day, go out get overly intoxicated to the point where they are probably making decisions that one day they are just going to kick themselves for.

That is not enjoying life. Enjoying life does not include regrets. It just doesn’t make sense to me. I feel like thinking before an action is made is not a waste of time. It is the best way of not injuring yourself and the ones around you.

While you get yourself engrossed into the lives of the protagonist ask yourself, why you are reading this. If your looking for your some answers or a guide. put it down. you write your own story, noone eles. So next time you step into a new chapter, Think a little, act, love, cry, fall, but pick yourself right back up. Hopefully you can, at the end of the day say,

”..and I lived happily ever after.”

So Here is how I Really feel.

and I prefer that you don’t ask me anything after reading this.. kthnks.

I’m pretty sure I’ve said before, if you try to hide things from me … even “little” details, I will find out. Thats just how I work.

and when I do find out… it pisses me off. A lot.

If you’re afraid to say something to me because you know I will comment on it… shouldn’t that make you realize the decision you made wasn’t the smartest.

I don’t call people out on little things, and when I do call people out on things.. it doesn’t mean I’m mad.. its a hey… take a look at your life suggestion. But when you hide something from me and then I find out.. I get mad.

There is alot of crap I put up with… and hypocrisy is not one of them. and there has been a lot of it going around lately. you tell me one thing or complain about something and then you turn around and do the complete opposite… Just admit it you like the attention. I’m sick of the complaining.. This is why I like being home. I don’t have to deal with this shit. It is just like fucking high school. It is all bullshit.

you know the situation you are involved in. its a situation you really can’t be on both sides for. you know what right from wrong. you make your own choices and you make your own mistakes. I am not here to comfort and console you anymore when you fuck up. Im not anyone’s mother.. I’m not going to feel bad or worry or really listen to you bout it anymore.

I have my own life to live and my own mistakes to make. So when It comes to this… cause well you tired to hide something.. that you don’t think is that big of a deal.. that I find kind of really stupid, I’m just going to ignore you. I don’t want to hear about this anymore…. This is the last time Im going to think about it. you can deal with, what you tell me is a problem but then go and egg it on, on your own.

Strange Sex

When a male Manakin is mating, they simply dance. They do the moonwalk, to woo their women.

Porcupines, the male.. well he stands up on his hind legs and pisses on her.

think thats weird? Dolphins… they have retractible penis’s that also work as hands..

But wait! That is nothing compared to this.

This one species, They primp themselves, give themselves pep-talks, puff up their chests. Let themselves get this ego that is telling them just how worthy they are. They scope the area for their next mate, who they want as their next victim. If they can’t choose they take advice and let their biased pack members choose for them. They find their lady.. it’s almost as if they have spotted their prey. Instead of just making their move, or getting on their hind legs and pissing on her, they fight the other males in the pack. There is no reason for this, besides marking their territories, like they have the right to claim the female before she has been wooed.

Here comes the wooing. These males, puff up their chest, arms, and legs.. and eyes. Then they just sit and watch. They watch the females every move. Then one awkward moment, they make some strange move… like cornering the female. Making her feel completely uncomfortable. Then, they go back, and stare, watch, creep, prey. Then the awkward move. They keep going back and fourth, finally realize the female has no interest and gets mad. They get angry. They don’t get angry because they had just made a fool out of themselves. They don’t get angry because they realize they were stupid for thinking that because they wanted something they couldn’t have it. they don’t get angry because they lied to their pack mates because he made them believe he had it goin’ on. He gets angry because the female doesn’t give in and the female pretty much shits on him.

Now lets say this male did woo his mate, by his quite strange actions. Unlike most mating rituals, he doesn’t just pounce her and get it on…Sometimes… He treats her like royalty.. for about, maximum.. 3 months. Then he lets his puffed chest get to big and all hell breaks loose and he decides, this isn’t the right mate. For him, He easily moves on to the next female, that will fall into his trap.

This my friends, is how men mate. This morning I decided to Google, strange mating habits, and I’m not sure why mankind was not on any of the lists.