The Longest Chimera

This title was not chosen by chance, but by deep consideration. I will not write about my opinion of the band “Chimaira” which I do hold in dear respect (Rock on). This post is about the longest chimera of them all, Life. No, I’m not insane (at least not completely) I will not try to explain the intricacies, mysteries or solutions to one’s life. I am going to talk about friendship.

As all journeys need companions so does life. I cannot imagine enduring such a voyage, the single most difficult test laid upon us all, by myself. I confess that I am nothing by my own. I love spending whole evenings by myself, but while finding strength in the knowledge that there are people which I can rely on.

All this did not come in vain, it is not a simple collection of ideas, it has a reason. You see, I lost one of my dearest friends, if not my dearest friend, not long ago. I lost him not by fatality, not due to foul play but by choice. Few things in my whole life where so hard to surpass.

Ever since I knew him, I kept facing different challenges in my life. Some were hard to accomplish, some were easily conquered but all contributed in some manner to my evolution as a person. I kept meeting different people, some more educated, some mode sophisticated but all giving me the opportunity to learn and evolve with them too. I never imagined that while I just grew up I would come to find most of my friend’s behavior and ideology intolerable.

I’m not an intolerant person. I am not someone who’s idea must prevail above all. My friend simply did not change. At least not in the same way I did. I matured along the years and ten years passed since I first knew him. I saddens me to have to come to the conclusion that he still acts like a 16 year old and shares the same cultural background as one too. I am not one to discuss which of our personalities is better or worst, my point is we grew incompatible.

A series of unfortunate events led me to notice this but ignored it as it could simply be a misconception on my part, maybe I was being to harsh on him. The last drop was a simple “just for fun” argument turned sour, during the whole conversation I could only think “My god, are you a complete moron?” and everything he said could be effortlessly translated into “Yes I am, how come you never noticed?”.

And I never really did notice… but now you talk about it. Goodbye.

Metal Storm

The art of Patience

“This does not mean that the enemy is to be allowed to escape. The object is to make him believe that there is a road to safety, and thus prevent his fighting with the courage of despair. After that, you may crush him.”

Sun Tzu

Last week i had to take a trip with some acquaintances.
And let me tell you, going on a trip is well overrated, specially those abroad.
In one word, FUCK! Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck and fuck.
And in case i wasn’t clear enough, FUCK…

Now that we got that out of the way, people can be such pricks some times.
And when you think you can tolerate some one, they go the extra mile and fuck you, fuck your patience and fuck your money.
Don’t get me wrong, if it was a woman doing that, i would give my money as well spent, but an acquaintance?…
I think that’s a little bit too much, just a little…

Don’t you just hate it when you have an acquaintance that needs to have the last word about everything?
Don’t you just hate it when you have an acquaintance that thinks his always right about everything?

But the worst thing is when he tells you that he values your opinion and then just ignores you, or even worst, tells you you can any pick a color as long as it’s black.

So to them all i have two words FUCK YOU.
Join me in saying this liberating words, FUCK YOU!
Come on, you know you can do it, it’s easy, say it, FUCK YOU, fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, fuck you.

And with that we finish today’s lesson on anger management.
Tá tá

Mohebius

Food and such oddities

“Lasciate Ogni Speranza Voi Ch’Entrate”
Abandon all hope, ye who enter here.

in Dante Alighieri’s The Divine Comedy – Canto III

on today’s menu we have the “intra-work relationships” special.
this is composed by a portion of man, a portion of woman, two table spoons of passion and a dash of hot hot indian spice.
like all dishes with hot spices, one needs to really like that kind of food to enjoy them…

One of the problems of eating out like this is that basically you’re fucked.
First in a good and sweaty way, but after it just leaves a bad after taste specially if rimming is included as desert.
Your colleagues begin to suspect something, either because your not careful enough, or just simply because of all the bragging. The cleaning woman begins to complain about all the stains in the meeting table and the foot prints on the wall.
And then there’s the all hierarchical shit. If she’s on top of you, she’ll enjoy it more and scream louder, and if she’s beneath you, the probability of she yelling ’sexual harassment’ is, how shall i put it, more percentage that you have that that child is yours…

So take Dante word for it, and don’t venture on foods you don’t know…

Mohebius

An hour at lunch

I think Lewis Carol said it best in his novel “The Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland” -
“Who’s the more foolish – the fool, or the fool who follows him?”
That said, on our lunch hour we try and follow….
And today’s topic was…

Rim jobs aka Rimming

By definition, a person who has a job working at RIM, or as someone so elegantly put it in our trustworthy Urban Dictionary

Rim jobs are the untold truth of no barriers relationships.
Some try to put it in a way that sounds almost pleasant, but come on, the tongue was not built for that, or was it?
Sure that’s an area with a lot of nervous connections but so is your penis, and do you get a tongue ?…
oh wait, maybe you can get someone tongue down there…
I see possibilities here…
This can turn out to be a nice experience after all.

But even this is nothing new, it has even been done by the ‘this is not sex’ President.

And as long as she’s down there… hell!, lets live dangerously.

So tell us your experiences and come back for the second installment of our lunch hour.

Mohebius