prejudice

It's fine now if somebody's gay or has got a gay friend, but if somebody says to me,"Oh, I went out for dinner, everybody else was gay," I think, OK, a big deal. But I would also immediately get all these images in my mind with loads of tall guys wearing flappy fringe hair, carving slice tenth of jelly, bursting into tears, just because the pudding look so beautiful. I can't help that, I mean I don't care.

We're all been judged by something, be it god, yourself, or someone else. Maybe you are lucky enough in a relationship then you'll be judged by your partner. So the point is we're all judged by something. Gay or any other 71 gender options on Facebook are all the same to me, cause I was grown up in a conservative environment, so I can't help thinking conservatively. You know whenever I see a young gay guy arguing with a bishop about gay rights, gay marriage. I can't help it but alway tend to agree more with the person who wasn't dressed like a wizard. Cause they felt attached to larger reality somehow. Never had a chance myself choosing your own sex, or to be inspired by 300 year old man dressed in gold, purple, and green, and with incredible beautiful hair.

Language can sometime be amazingly confuse. In military regiments, they have their own mottos, the most famous one I known is from the SAS, "Death before dishonour!" Death before dishonour? I've always wandered “Hey, exactly, how much dishonour are we talking about here hey? Cause I think can handle quite a lot. Yes, I would, for instance, deep fry a Smurf before I pick death. I could cook myself a little Smurf omelette and be perfectly happy with it, adding seasoning like thyme, cumins, etc. I wouldn't mind it at all.

The fact is that everybody is prejudice. I have often riddled with prejudice, I depend on my own prejudice to remind me who I am. I don't want fucking people coming up to me all the time, being as nice to me as they are to everybody else. Cause apparently, I know they’re lying. My problem most of the time, is that other people don't think exactly like I do, and that made my day so long! People being nice all the time to one another is a very bad idea. It means bad things would have to happen to them later at night, or they'll have to do some very bad things.