Parkeryourefired

The more you know

I saw the term "fuckboy" for the first time today. Not directed at me (I have a strange aversion to women. Only reason I even met my last ex was through a coworker). Anyway, it seems I really missed the harbour for the ship from the land of retarded dirtbags. Part of me wonders if this was a latent characteristic in too large a percentage of men who just didn't have the proper outlet for their useless douchebaggery, or if social media/pop culture/etc. have, in part, spawned a new race of... Ick? Is that a good way to describe it? I'd say slimers, but that'd be kind of insulting to the Ghostbusters character. I've already admitted I made a lot of stupid mistakes in the couple relationships I had, but... damn... I hate one ex with what I'd hope is enough ferver to cause nuclear fusion, but I don't see how that should make me entitled to anything. Is this what it's come to, though? Some sense of entitlement solely because you're a male? Some girl didn't treat you right (or like you wanted)? CALL THE FUCKING WAAAAAHMBULANCE. Treat a woman how she wants to be treated. Is that such an arduous task? Yeah, Tinder and dating sites have a pretty good volume of people wanting sex. Does that mean EVERYONE on there is immediately, desperately, helplessly in such dire need for sexual contact they should all be subjected to... Ick? (I like the suspense from ellipses. It's like "Legen- -dary" It's a good buildup) I can feel my brain almost overheating trying to figure out just... Why? It's almost as difficult for me to fathom why there are so many money-obsessed fuckers in the world when a 30¢ bullet can make that money not mean shit anymore. Or as maddening as the totality of the universe, our complete lack of knowledge or thirst for exploration, and how utterly insignificant and useless we are (especially compared to a 30¢ bullet that can at least change something in the immediate area). I feel the gears siezing at the notion some guys think they're so integral to the operation of the planet, their dicks/looks/money/whatever are cause for any and every woman they want to strip down and fuck wherever they happen to be. I'm not religious. I hate religion for what it is and tends to do to many people. But, one thing that nearly every religion in existence has ever had in common is what most people call "the golden rule." I don't know why such a purely basic concept requires a gilded name (probably some bullshit about gold being worth something as currency), but is it that fucking hard to not be a fuck-shit stack? When did that concept devolve into "I show u mah dik u suld send nuds"? (My brain nearly hemorrhaged typing that) I'm trying to figure out what would happen if law enforcement and the justice system got their heads out of their asses and actually allocated time and funds to taking online sexual harassment and assault seriously. I think some fuckers would find themselves out their precious smartphone they use to prey on other women. See how fucking awesome they are with a flip phone and a name that is legally forbidden from online dating. (A fake name wouldn't work out in the long run) You know, maybe there should be a push for that. Banishment from social media as a legal function, not some shit to be ignored by moderators and businesses. There's got to be money enough in there somewhere for someone to run with it. I, for one, do not have that kind of money. Or, really, not much money in general. Food is too tasty for money. Money sounds most unpleasant as a meal or snack. Or drink. Goldschlager may be an exception; though, I cannot recall ever having it before. Where was I? Oh, yeah! JUST FUCKING CUT THE SHIT, YOU FUCK-SHIT STACKS. You have as much right to assault women's vision and emotions, as I have to assault your eyes with metal filings. No, those two are far more similar than you think. I'm not some dumbass white knight, some hero wannabe, some super-nice and sensitive guy women would be lucky to have. I'm neither conceited nor delusional. Learned from my mistakes. I might never be in a relationship again, never have sex again, whatever. At least I can say I'll have gone without being an utter fuckwit to any random woman who is connected via physical proximity or cyberspace.

Life is pain, Highness. Anyone else who says differently is selling something.

It's just like ordinary, everyday experience, only two inches from the ground. Of course it'd be my favorite piece by Audiomachine that's an industry release... They really did capture the feeling.

“When words become unclear, I shall focus with photographs. When images become inadequate, I shall be content with silence.”    ―   Ansel Adams

But you will never be important to people you're nice to.

The worst thing about wondering if it's better to be dead or living is not knowing the experience of being dead, and once it happens, there's no way to communicate the experience irrefutably.

It's all just a dream.

True monsters

You know who's awesome? Ronda Rousey. There's no point in beginning to describe her level of awesomeness because it would continue on longer than it'd take Floyd Mayweather to read Green Eggs and Ham. This woman is Athena incarnate, only she'd never put up with any of Zeus' bullshit.