getting into the kids thing. temporarily, perhaps.
slowly the balance is tilting that way. i get dreams, like the other night, somebody injected the little monkey with something that made him stupid. so in my dream i go inject and later kill every single last family member of the person who messed up my kid. the pleasant fun of cold blooded murder, and the bummed feeling of screwed up little boy brain.
and in real life, not weird dreams, it’s getting amusing to watch his antics. personality developing. i could go so far as to say thumbs up, must have experience. i sit around outside watching him play with the garden hose, for ages.
sure that’ll probably change. but for now.
can’t say that to western people though, or they’ll have a coronary. their biological programming screaming yes while their survival instinct, western-tuned, screams nooooo. self preservation, vs. self preservation. the west has been perverted so fundamentally and to its very core, it’s both boundlessly hilarious and endlessly depressing.
you see it on single people’s (women especially but older dudes too) faces. they hate you, micro expressions, for anything kid related. it’s tearing their very souls, preserving their freedom and sanity (western rules) vs. preserving their genetic self.
who am i though, to judge. i’m only where i’m at because i’m too lazy to have a career, and too disagreeable to live by any rules.
feels like that last post is going to blow up in my face.
is the interweb really that small? (yes) i figured nobody would have any earthly clue who i could possibly be talking about, and intended the whole thing as a rambling on how the experience affected me vs. a finger pointing at any specifically specific character. because while yes everything i said, but also no, not intended as a judgment (or judgment perhaps but not an indictment). the dude and his stories were actually highly, highly entertaining and if anything i might be bummed that he’s not telling slightly less edited stories. which are solid gold.
but since misjudged that now it’ll get back to him and he’ll flip out and … well nothing and. but i’m not looking to ruin anybody’s day, especially not a dude who’s probably doing his best to live his own interesting life. and write whatever he wants to. also wasn’t intended as anything else, neither discouraging you from enjoying any particular blog or writing, or whatever.
hopefully this won’t have to become its own post, as some sort of formal apology for discussing dude-face’s catalytical influence on my thoughts on my own bloglet. which was the intent of things. yikes. (but then again, lots of inspired and insightful comments on that one, so must be worthwile on some level)
that’s how you can tell how i’m getting old, becoming mildly less disagreeable and more open to not fucking with other people’s pleasant thoughts.
kids, though. make some of thems. not in the west.