i am still young but everyday sex is too much

In order to not steal too much of your precious time, as a first article I'll overview my thoughts about life as it presents itself to me lately. Should there occur any concerns while reading my neat little notion, there's still the possibility to just hit ALT and F4 and never return to this horrible blog. That's enough blah for now. Let's get it on with:


'Stop loitering, you stupid shrew' vs. 'Leave those shelves alone, you bastard!' - Children truly are blessed with the daily forms of interaction and the future they're confronted with.

Role modeling and the etiquette sure are awesome tools. Especially when it comes to cocking up the community.
Let's preserve a little bit of boredom for later on. Be generous. To share is to increase. At least some guy called Jesus said something like that a while ago. I guess he can't be that wrong. Well, he's been an illegitimate child, his birth has been quite an unnatural one and nowadays, he would've been sacked by the youth welfare, but hey: There must be some reason for his still being celebrated with that much intensity and thoughtlessness.

The world's beautiful, our parents are competent and the public authorities truly logical. Who the hell doesn't want to be born into a life their value is defined by their abilities respectively education and continuously devaluated, rationalized or even laughed off in?
By the by, all the oddity takes its usual course.

Everything's weird. This can be noticed easily every time one finds their way out into this thing called public.
Starting from November, all those simple natured ones not knowing what expedient to do with their time and money blow their extremities high up in the air with an insane amount of firecrackers, complying with this stupendous New Years Evish urge to experience some kind of conflagrant climax (which usually comes up in the springtime, but until November the lost causes obviously have their way of controlling such impulse mostly by drowning it and/or provoking fights with admirers of the wrong soccer team).
Elections are won by a politician who campaigns with helping his wife with the household. Despite claiming to be such a noble man, on placards he is shown battling some children in the eternal struggle for the laundry, having his dirty outdoor shoes on. Yay! Is there any hausfrau not dreaming of such self-sacrificing, prudent assistance?

Der Grazer explains the most important vogue ('cause that's what really matters: pretty and simpleminded one oughta be!), of which a crucial part is to think and criticize less but celebrate carnival more excessively, throw yourself into a fancy costume, fete far into the night and let yourself be abducted by a masked sex offender.

The retired neighbors know nothing better to do than annoy you, sound you out, bitch about all sorts of things that are nothing to them - even the ventilation being on (well, what's it good for anyway?), while they are drilling and hammering all day long -, telling you for the tenth time that people in your age can't be taken seriously and of course that they're old, poor, lonely and caged. Nobody likes me - oh, wait, another visitor; can't that stop finally?
Furthermore, they refer to mobile phones as useless crap before they borrow yours and have some friends bestow umpteen of those futile gadgets on them finally.
Physicians tell you that you're a psycho if your stomach aches. With this diagnostic they send you back home just to tell you on your next visit that this has been a mistake and everything's nearly too late. Without ever knowing (only your being a scatterbrain and taking some confidential files with you you're not supposed to reveal such insignificant details) you participate in an interesting medical survey. There's plenty of money flowing through such stuff, but not for you, the test subject. Wouldn't you have gotten at least a little bit rich if you'd have done that at some other institution? Well, let's not think too much about such things. It's the same with your blood samples or the like.
Somewhere out there ProLife is still awaiting new victims. Just as well Job2Move, a club similarly macabre. Let's not forget those thousands of maniacs who still couldn't find the right community for their interests. As you're visiting the police, showing them some tape-recorded calls in order to get rid of a stalker, they tell you to come back as soon as your head hangs over his bed as a lovely little trophy. They have better things to do. Sending the Cobra to a molehill for example. Or reprimanding you for crossing a road no car or whatsoever is in sight or within sound on. Those are the things really important in life. Executives just know best what to aim for. Leisure time for example. It's attendant on pure luck to encounter one of them in their office. Obviously, they're quite pleased to enjoy some work for a change. It pretty much seems like they want to keep you. At least those complaisant fellas continuously come up with new topics to support the conversation. A glance at a few clever books in order to check if your request is legitimate. Next, the result is to be checked with some internet pages. Just to be sure.
Finally, you're done and invited to come back soon. That'd be a pleasure! Sooner or later - and you're absolutely sure of that - you'll have to accept this invitation...