The end of the chronicles of Rat.
Your life sucks only when you think it is. There's something about 'Fear is only as deep as your mind allows it to be'. I think that was from the..HATC? High achievers...I forgot. But anyway I forgot how it stayed in my memory, and there it was.
Some people compare the lives they lead with their peers. Or even the lives of fictitious characters in books, trying to make sense of the life they lead and complaining that it sucks. Of course, life sucks, everyone knows that. But why? The grass is always greener on the other side right? So perhaps the person living in the countryside might be wondering how wonderful life would be in a fast-paced society where deadlines and projects dictate ones' life, while the person in the urban area might be wondering how great life would be just to loll around and sleep and slack and eat snakes.
Is there a point in comparing the lives you lead with the lives of others? Does comparing change anything? It just makes you feel more miserable. If the person living in the urban area doesn't know about places other than his, then he wouldn't feel as miserable because there's no standard to compare against? Things only look bad when you juxtapose it. Rice and noodles seem bland only after you've experienced meat.
So why do people enjoy, or rather, subconsciously compare? I guess it's human nature. Dreaming is the brain's way of cheering the person up, like 'Oh, after you finish this shit, you get this reward'. But reality and dreams are like parallel lines; they never cross. So when the dreamer doesn't realize his dreams, he gets disappointed because he was 'promised' by the dream that a reward would come his way.
OK I lost track of my thoughts, or lack of thoughts. Coz I was playing Runescape. Anyway, things only look bad when you place something good beside it.
Take for example 1984. The book lah duh. I forgot all the terms, but living conditions were very bad. But the government kept stressing on the fact that it had improved, when it didn't. And the people were happy, because they don't know that what they're going through was hell.
Hell is only hell after you've experienced heaven.
Yet you need to know hell to know heaven. I think everyone knows that.
Neither can live without the other, so why are people complaining? Look at the bigger picture, at least you know the fun in life when you see them.
Fuck! I'm in a clan right now, and they are talking about the..I forgot the name of the operation of cutting away the foreskin of the male equipment. Shit. I keep forgetting. Ah and then they started talking about how shiok it feels for people who 'sunaked' before when they PCC. And after you 'sunak' your little brother won't smell. There's mention of girls shaving their 'bulu' or something to enhance the sexcitement. WTF!
'Gals cant sunat. No part to sunat. They just shave the bulu.'
I don't understand why that tickled me so much. There's something to incorporating sexual terms in other languages into a proper English sentence. I can't stand it because I'm sitting down now.
Argh. I should end the Rat story properly:
OK so Rat went to another school one day and fell in love with some random girl whose name was...um..X. I can't think of a better name. So he met X and tried to make her fall in love with him without using any of his powers. But he failed. Sex was the only way of communication for him already. He couldn't do anything other than satisfy lust which he could easily ignite in others.
So he did it with her, and hoped that she would fall in love with him because of that.
But it didn't work. Sex and love are 2 different things, and no girl would fall for Rat no matter what because he wasn't the kind of man to fall for.
Then he realized why the voice from above told him to use his power wisely. He recalled with regret as he stood on the same rooftop what the voice from above told him:
'Dear Rat, I've tried to give you a better life by giving you such a face and body. You are a fucking horny person, and your life could only go downhill if you were to have sex. You'd become a morally degraded man; that was a screwed plan I tried to change for you. But I don't wish for your death. So I hereby throw you this fruit, the Horny-Horny fruit, in the hopes that you would put it to good use. After consumption, you would live an entirely different life. But do practice discretion.'
He realized that he couldn't control himself, he realized that he was nothing more than a fucking animal, and he knew that there was nothing he could do because he could get sex anytime he wants. Then he regretted eating that fruit, he regretted being a bearer of the Innocence, he regretted starting all these. He could only live a life of sex and more sex, where sex is his food and STDs is the price. There's nothing more to life for him, because his mind is all about sex and more sex and more sex time 3.
So what's the moral of the story?
1) When you get horny, you can't think properly and you're the weakest at the point of horniness. Be careful. Drugs can make a person horny. I think.
2) Sex can become a weapon if you know how to use it well. Look at Rat, he even made males horny just to get them away to wank. Ah, sex can waste time too.
3) Um. Sex is not a form of communication. It's supposed to be a show of affection, but nowadays people hardly make love; they just sex and more sex.
4) You've wasted your time reading the whole story because you didn't get horny. I labelled this as an erotica just to trick you people.
5) Don't let Sex take control of your life.
-- 8/11/2008 01:12:00 AM
