November 13, 2011 § 9 Comments
I consider it to be an art to suckup, to kiss ass, to deceive Yourself.
When you’re basically going out of your ways to get to something you want, do you not stop and think afterwards that you just sold out? Is it often worth it? I think not.
It sure is an easy way to get to places, maybe that shiny promotion you think you deserve, maybe you want that brand new Iphone 4S (yes, you do want it!).
Why do I think it’s not needed to suck up for the stuff you do want?
It will come through HARD WORK. It is that easy (no pun intended). Do people not realize they are making themselves look like asses when they go out of their ways, manipulatively
getting their urges fulfilled, and ultimately hurting themselves in the long run? Deceit will not win you anything, especially not confidence nor self esteem.
The right way to do it is to work HARD, and EARN what you want! It is sad to see people have forgotten that hard work gets you what you want. It will not be served for you.
This is just my reflection of it, what do you think? Please leave a comment!
October 16, 2011 § Leave a comment
Sweden, where the vikings live and the polarbears run freely in the streets.
(Oh, and the girls are hot too)
Now how could i possibly have anything bad to say about a place like this?
I shouldn’t, really. But there’s a cup filled and it’s about to get spilled, right here.
On first sight Sweden is a beautiful country, with beautiful people and awesome drinking water! We can actually drink our tap water, ha!
But after living here your whole life, you start to see the flaws of this country.
Sweden, how i loved thee in my youth, how i cherished You, this beautiful country.
Oh why have you forgotten your ways to charm me.
People are afraid, especially Swedish people. Of what? Everything. Really.
Sweden is a golden land of double moral standards, nothing else. People are afraid to speak their mind. Obviously not when the weather comes to mind, we love to talk about the weather, don’t we?
We could go on for a day about the weather, and that would only be touching the basics.
We are a land of political correctness and we are even afraid to admit that. Because would it be politically correct admitting to being politically correct?
Wow was that a toung-twister!
I love Sweden, it’s a great country indeed, but there are growing problems which wont be fixed in the near future. It’s the stubbornness to not see faults, and not accepting other peoples views of it, sounds very human actually, but it’s something many other countries do much better than us.
October 15, 2011 § Leave a comment
Everyone has their ‘own’ spot, their favorite chair, their favorite part of the bed, sofa and whatnot. It’s in mammal and other species nature to mark a spot
But don’t you just love it when people actually call others out on taking their spots? It’s just a fucking seat, eh? Yesterday when we were having breakfast at my job, a co-worker took a random seat, sat down and started chatting. Then this woman calls him out on taking her spot, telling him to let her sit there, because she always does. So without a confrontation my shitnut of a co-worker says ‘Of course, i wouldn’t want to take your spot’, and then he excuses himself from the table and goes back to work. The woman sort of urged him to obviously stay with us and finish breakfast, but he insisted on going back to work.
Sure, he did not want to stir any hard feelings or start a ‘hostile’ conversation over such a small thing.
But come on, should there even be any hard feeling to get in this situation? Are we just to give up our dignity day in and out, because that’s just the way things work? This is surely not the best example of losing dignity, but it is a good one, as people tend to go crazy when they lose “their” seat. Resulting in the loss of respect between one another.
It really gets to my head how fucking idolizing people are over a piece of material, they must have it, or they must (in this case) sit on exactly the same place & chair.
I on the other hand just love it when people urge me to move away from a seat they call their ‘own’, It just somehow feels much more comfortable when they almost go batshit crazy over it. Their arguments are always the same, and always as hard to counter “but I always sit here!”.
If they actually did mark it as their spot by pissing all over the seat like a dog, then maybe, just maybe I would move to another seat.