Ask me about your mom
You look nervous. Shady even. Too trusting. Too obvious that you're hiding something. Like you're about to say:
"These are the train tracks where I left that little girl; I left her to die. Sitting here helps me sleep at night."
*Ka-chack!* The picture was taken.
I wouldn't let my kids near you... If I had kids... If I married even... Which I will... Eventually...
One word for you, inspiration. I enjoy letting people give me ideas, then write short stories FOR THEM out of the ideas. It keeps me busy. I can make my own stories, but it's not as enjoyable.
Inspiration is when you're inspired by personal events.
Inspiration is when you're inspired by little, mundane objects around you. Inspiration derives from entirely irrelevant things and launches your mind off into a series of thoughts, leading entirely elsewhere.
INSPIRATION IS NOT COPYING SOMEONE ELSE'S WORK.
People are not inspired by J.K. Rowling's storyline to write their own stories about wizards and witches.
No, that's plagiarism.
"I enjoy letting people give me ideas, then write short stories FOR THEM out of the ideas."
Okay, let's say I tell a little Asian kid to make me a sweater. Then, I stitch my name into the sweater and publicize that I made it. When the boy is pissed off, I'll smile and say, "I'm doing this FOR YOU."
I just replicated what you said into a scenario. Didn't make any sense? Then, I hate to break it to you, neither did your sentence.
"I can make my own stories, but it's not as enjoyable."
So, it's "not enjoyable" when you produce an original piece? Instead, you find plagiarizing to be much more entertaining.
BRAVO! You're an unoriginal shit.
If you had to interview someone for your job, what would be the baseline skills necessary to replace you? The kind of skills where if someone clearly didn't demonstrate them, you wouldn't hesitate to kick them out the door immediately.
To replace me, they would need these mandatory skills:
- Hawk eyes.
-The ability to lick their nose in case they get a really big milk-mustache.
-The ability to dance like they motherfuckin' own the place.
-They need to be expressive.
-Have active chest hair.
-(Optional) A mustache.
These are just the some of the "baseline skills" needed to become my replacement. If that, alone, is too hard for someone then they could always bring me Nutella and we could discuss their starting salary.
Nutella; it solves everything.
Female or Male?
Does my sexy profile picture not give it away? Clearly you need more renditions of super sexy pictures (just to be on the safe side.)
I googled "Sexy Bollywood Actors" to get those.
In case you didn't catch my heavy sarcasm, let me rephrase it for you: OBVIOUSLY I'M A GIRL, HOW LONG HAVE YOU BEEN FOLLOWING ME?! HONESTLY! THIS CHANGE HAPPENED LIKE OVERNIGHT! DOES YOUR MEMORY ONLY TRACK BACK FOR A COUPLE OF HOURS?!
You've let me down, followers. You've let me down.
Drought! You live in a dry environment. The rains have not come for many moons! You 'da Chief/Chiefette of your tribe and in order to ensure the survival of your peoples, you must DANCE. THE RAIN DANCE. Do your people live or did you fail miserably?
I offer the rain my dancing booty.
The clouds are pleased.
I think you should read the book "23 minutes in Hell" and think about your faith, because all God wants is people to have faith and spread the word of him. 23 minutes in Hell really helped my own thoughts on religon when i was not beliving to my fullest.
Okay. So you want to convince me, that God is in fact real, out of fear. You want a depiction of Hell to frighten me into praying; out of fear that I that I might end up there someday.
You don't actually believe in God, do you? You're just afraid of what He might do to you if you don't believe. That's not faith. That is fear.
"Will there been an afterlife, I wonder? Choirs of angels? Or a fiery pit? One unlearns these falsehoods over time, but the child who learnt to fear hell is never really gone." (Jacob Hargreave, Crysis 2)
It's funny how the fear of hell is linked with kids, with childishness. As for me, I decided a long time ago to live without fear. If God is real, if God does punish me, then that was just a miscalculation on my part. I wouldn't be afraid of fate, like how you are now. Once we learn to live with certain choices (with our decisions), we also learn to endure the repercussions that those choices bring back.
Don't let fear control you.