I’m sure I’m not a human
Is it just me or do y’all also feel the food go down to the stomach? Whenever I intake something, I can literally feel it going down. I can feel the hot or cold, and the weight of the food. Then I shake myself to churn the contents inside for uniform distribution yk. The HCl starts working and I can feel some chemical reaction taking place. Is this natural?
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English is weird
One of the english language bamboozles I have been wondering about since a few days is the usage of the word pussy.
Why do we call someone a pussy when they act like a coward? Is it with reference to the stereotype that women are weaker? Plus having balls is used as a synonym of being strong. Why? Pussies literally push out humans while balls can’t even handle a flick. What is this nonsense!!!????
Cats are also called pussies, which is another confusing in itself thing. Is it because they like being in their comfort zone and don’t care and some egoistic dude decided to call it names? So if a person is in their comfort zone then they are called coward and ultimately pussy? What is this chain of relativity?? Why is the word bitch used as a curse when dogs are so fucking cute!?
Song of the day!!
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You must have read a story or book in which a guy pretends to be vulnerable to see who will help him. Then like a miracle, some random sunshine girl spots him and helps him. They both fall in love at first sight and then they marry.
The first time I read such a thing, my reaction was, “wtf!” I read such stuff now my reaction is, “What the damn fuck!?”
“I fell for your kindness. You helped me when no one did.” Like bruh!
These unrealistic, nonsensical storylines are the reason I hate any trope involving a sunshine character. Then we also have books with normal storylines but dumb as fuck character who isn’t sunshine, but a literal child.
If I have a random dude whining and blowing snot beside me in a movie theatre, it is a normal reaction for me to ask him to shut up. Yeah it would be nice if I ask him what is wrong or comfort him but it is justified if I want to relax and watch a movie in peace I paid for! Such books make the normal folks look bad just because we don’t help every walking being we come across.
If a chick is helping a shady looking bruised dude and taking him home in the middle of the night, then that ain’t kindness, it’s foolishness.
And such stuff, of course, influences people who start imagining scenarios and end up doing some ridiculously stupid shit in real life ending in a disaster. Please don’t do what happens in fictional books. They are fiction for a reason.
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Don’t worry man I got you
Why are pain and tickling different?
Both the sensations cause us to repel and we want to immediately stop that feeling because it triggers our body. Then why do we laugh when we feel ticklish and not cry as we do when we are hit? I know it’s because of the force applied but isn’t it unfair to pain?
Imagine how bad pain would feel. Everybody hate pain when they repel to tickles as well. Why should pain receive all the hate?
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I just can’t deal with all of this shit anymore
I’m gonna be a jerk for saying this but bring back covid!! I’m sorry but I can’t deal with this shit anymore. I don’t want to see anyone’s face, I don’t want to go to new places and meet new people, I don’t want to write kilometers of senseless knowledge in my exams that will for sure contain out of syllabus questions. I have been studying hard but every time I attempt a sample paper, I find more and more weird ass questions that make no sense to me. They have 3 whole books to ask but they will decide to test something out of syllabus! Why!?
What hurts more is that these exams aren’t going to get us anywhere. In my country you need to give separate entrances for universities and these finals have absolutely nothing to do with your future. But because these have been going on since generations and were extremely important till 2 years ago, our reputation depends on it. Literally. Anything below 90% in these exams means that you are a useless burden to all.
That is what exams are in today’s world. There is no logic but you HAVE to run and win in the race because everyone is.
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It all started in the night of the thunderstorm
Bloganuary Day 7: Write a short story or poem about rain
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Ooh this prompt reminds me of the roast of Walt Whitman’s The Voice of Rain. That shit still doesn’t make sense to me.
The second thing that popped in my head was this little story I wrote in class 4 about a girl who lost her umbrella in heavy rain and a bird who was smart enough to use it o shelter her babies with its help.
So here is today’s story:
Every day Lucas would see that old man sitting on the swing in the park across the road. Everyday at 8p.m, the old man, without fail, would turn up and sit on the swing, back towards Lucas’s window, as if knowing the 20 year old boy was observing him. He would be there, whether it rained or snowed. Lucas once saw him sitting there even during a snowstorm.
Unlike his punctual arrival, his departure won’t have a fixed time. At times before heading back to god knows where, he would knock on some doors to greet people with a warm smile. People would greet back, some offering him a short stay, but they never opened the next time he knocked.
The curiosity in Lucas’s mind grew but he knew better than to disturb such a weird guy. He had read Wattpad and seen movies, courtesy to his mother. He knew
anything could happen.
One such ordinary night, a thunderstorm announced its arrival. Lucas decided to check if the man was still there. He noticed the man knocking on 3 different doors in the neighborhood but not waiting for an answer and instantly moving ahead. Lucas didn’t pay mind and resumed his chores. And then he heard a knock. He thought it was the old man and considering his behavior, he did not bother opening the door.
He heard a knock again. Weird.
Ears perked and mind fully attentive with gears turning quick, he reached for his phone a inserted the emergency number. He went in the kitchen to grab a knife. He needed to be prepared.
He peeked through the kitchen’s window to see the man leaning on his door. Lucas opened the older’s support slowly. The man did not move an inch. Lucas opened the door further for the man to faceplant in the ground, a knife in between his butt.
Horrified, Lucas hit the green button on his screen and lay a plastic sheet to prevent the rain and the blood from spilling everywhere and increasing his work. 10 minutes later, the police and ambulance were at his doorstep.
The officer was interrogating Lucas when the detective removed the knife,
and a brown liquid spewed out.
The man was stabbed while he was pooping. Maybe he was running from one door to another in hopes of using a washroom. Lucas felt bad for not opening the door on time. The guy could not even poop in peace.
But why did somebody murder him like this?
The detective turned over the man’s body. And Lucas was horrified to see it was him, just with wrinkles.
Lucas slapped himself repeatedly because what the hell was going on!?
The detective in the classic trench coat asked if it was someone Lucas knew. The resemblance was uncanny and there was a high possibility it was one of the poor boy’s relatives. Lucas didn’t know anybody with similar face.
The police left soon after, taking the man with them, his body bag covered with red and brown.
Lucas cleaned up all the mess. He already hated rain and now this.
He spent the entire next day at the police station, giving his best to solve the case. As he opened the door to his place on coming back at 9, he found another body lying on the floor, with a knife in the butt.
Oh how Lucas would cry out of confusion. Why are people being stabbed in the butt in his house everyday!? Why?
Song of the day!!
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Nah this ain’t no bio class, we’re questioning shit here senselessly
Why do humans have varying skin colors? Were we originally all white and got tanned or were we originally all black and had a vitamin deficiency outbreak? What causes people of certain regions to look similar? Why do people in the west have different facial features from those in the east? Are race and gender species of humans? Why do we all have different attributes? Is every human a new specie?
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Where do people find the logic in finding these!?
At times don’t you see some weird ass ads that aren’t related tothe product marketed at all? There would be a clip highlighting patriarchy, and then a narration would start telling people to buy a dress to be progressive. And this is just an example, there are numerous ads like this everywhere. There is no relation between the concept and the product but they just want to appeal to the audience emotionally. I don’t think anyone would fall for it, but if someone does then…they’re stupid.
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