Eff That!

What the...

Are you serious? What kind of things you are going to write on your first blog entry? Afraid to sound like n00b? You are not a n00b aren't you? 

I have written lots of things these 7 years.

Readers know what I mean. Really, sometimes I have to say "eff that!" to many things. I just did that recently. I shouldn't be angry, that is exactly why I just did that. There are complicated things that need more attention, and I am your detail man. I love details, I like details, I dig it. But, sometimes it is just too much and somehow you know that it is not going to worth it.

I see people who are more crazed about details than me, that doesn't set me back. That only makes me stop claiming myself to be a "person who have exceptional attention to details" and all that false descriptions.

Are you trying to sound smart, smartass? Do you want your blog to look perfect by making smartass preachy entries?

In fact no. I have been working in a position to help other people's business, literary being a real smartass. I have enough of it. But I am not going to lash out personal shit out here. I don't want to look "cool", "unique", or such hipster try-hards. In fact, I am helping people who bother to read this, a big favor by making every entries barely readable, some grammar, spellings and less personal. I'll save a lot of resources and search engine keywords matching process and all that. All of these entries will be my thinking process. I hope the rationale suits them.

You politically correct cowards, I dare you!

Well, fuck political correctness.

Are you trying to cover all bases? What are you? Karma chameleon? How long you think you can hold on?

I never stops thinking, probably that is why. If you hate my brain, then go on and poison it with something like Simcity games, realism game modifications, or Flight Simulators, yeah... that will kill it alright.

I am kind of delusional, in my real brain, questions like little texts in this particular entry will appear every where in my mind. I self-diagnose myself as a schizophrenic. But that is okay, I can bear with that. The real shits for my brains are mofos that I am going to tell "Eff this! Done with you, kthxbye!" That will be awesome. Most people I know don't think very much, despite viewing themselves as a wise, successful, generous bullshit.

They think they can stop thinking about what others say, just because of all what they think they already have. I am wishing here that I can break all that house of contradiction they are currently dwelling in. Brain cells only stop working when humans die (or when you have too much MSG, having Alzheimer), there is no "oh focking too tired for this." They badly need to contract Alzheimer disease.

I need disco music.