Sandbox of Thoughts

Hello friends,

I met up with some piss off adults again, to deliver the final product of a software we were working on since last December. GOD, thats 8 months, and its not like the development needed that long. I guess when they teach you in school, to design your product and conduct heuristics as though the customer is a real idiot. I never knew that there was more to it. Maybe the syllabus was never really complete…

Im guessing you already know how to imagine, explain, create the other half of my story especially since whether the final product really is “final”, depends on the idiot itself.

How can i make use of my super productive-ness to my fullest potential? Its a shame that till date, all the ones with deep pockets i have crossed paths with are sad to say, idiots.

I cant control what happens around me, but i can control how i react to these bitch-uations.

Today i just realised that,

- you can’t predict how much time is needed to heal a wound

- we have to learn to let go, be it the question friends of lovers

- like a farm, there will always be good and bad seeds

- im not saying ignore the bad seeds, just learn to sow more

- people are always watching, not too smart to draw too much unncessary attention

- being profound doesnt make you smarter, you just seem so

What u love will destroy you!

I feel like moving to a new world where everyone is a stranger to me. Where it is no different from now, right at the bottom of the social food chain, except i get to start on a clean slate.

I just want to really shout a big fuck you to those who have allowed me to be what i am now. Having to put up with all the jack-off pundit idealogy just to make others happy. In the end, i am left all alone, to fight my own battles and to climb back up to take another swing at reality.

When will i start to make choices and stick by them (here i am again, trying to talk myself into living for myself). When will others start to see me, who really is the insensitive, straightforward, what matters is what matters kind of person and not hate me.

Enough with the crappy metaphors already, get wasted and sing the desert song.