Igs- It’s a time for Realization!
If you hear a friend of mine or myself call someone an “Ig” know this, it should be the only label used on the planet (and you cant even call it that because it really isn’t even a label). Ig = Ignorant Fuck. Yes shocker we just abbreviated it. It is probably not a good idea to type this shit, as it will mostly likely enrage and piss off many people, but it’s 2 in the morning and the less sleep i have the better the chance is that I will be a ruthless douche bag.
This is how crucial it is that you do what ever you can to not be called an “Ig”. When I see someone who has been labeled an Ignorant Fuck don’t think I hate them, I just think they are stupid as fuck, and until they prove me wrong, I will continue to stand by my belief in their Ignorant Handicap. Being labeled an “Ig” is not prejudice to any one type of person. It can affect man or woman, gay or straight, black or white, hell it could even apply to flying purple people eaters.
Now to stress the importance even further to make sure that no mistake can be made in understanding. We ALL strive to be mature right ? “Igs” do not know the concept of maturity. When an “Ig” comes around and I am unfortunately a witness to the social crime I want to do many malicious things to that person when they are repeat offenders. Shit I would think twice about putting someone to death for a murder, but I’d flip the switch in a split second on repeated ignorance and roast those mother fuckers to a crisp. Seriously how can you all be so fucking stupid?
My stress from “Igs” I realize is somewhat unhealthy even though its unmistakably all rational thought. “Igs” physically make me want to bash my fucking head against a steel door till either I or the door gives way (three guesses who is gonna win that one) and after the beating I receive from the door I will muster all the rest of my strength and throw myself into a fucking grain shoot to be dismembered and killed. Now, I will not actually do that but do you get what I am saying here? There are days were I will bitch back and forth with people, but the moment I realize “hey, i should shut the fuck up and be more mature” i do. “Igs” do not. They keep rambling on and on about the same fucking bullshit that you stopped caring about hours ago. It’s no wonder I’m on fucking medication, because if I am not drugged to fuck I wanna kill all of you fucking dumbass “Igs”. I wanna just yell incoherently and thrash around till I pass out from low oxygen supply to my brain.
So here is what all you fucking “Ig’s” of all shapes,sizes,colors need to do. Take a good hard look at your self and think “am i really this fucking stupid? or do I have a more worthy and redeemable quality that people can admire” BE A CREDIT TO SOCIETY! By all means be a free spirit but you seriously need to change or your life is gonna be a lot shorter than you plan because if I don’t lose my cool first and kill you someone else will and there are plenty of crazy fucks out there who would just love to shut you up.
I hope you all got something from this. I know that it helped me vent, and on top of that possibly teach someone a lil’ something about being a decent human being. :P its amazing I can still smile after how pissed I got within 5 minutes.
*I swear that this blog posting will be the only one that gets aggressive. I just can’t stand feral ignorance and elementary bullshit.
Alter Egos ?
Alter Egos ?
Has anyone every behaved inexplicably crazy and have no logical explanation for the reason? Well, I like to consider my self a deep thinking chap and while pondering this very question I came to the conclusion that I have an alter ego.
In case you do not know what an “alter ego” is, I took the liberty of being a nice fellow and doing the work for you. According to Wikipedia (this site is legit, do not fight me on it) an alter ego is : a second self, which is believe to be distinct from person’s normal or original personality.
I am a very open person and have dabbled in many things to for life’s sake try new things and because I am that way, Neil was found over a span of maybe 6 months. Yes, Neil is what I chose to call my alter ego. I specifically took color shifted web cam photos of myself to give myself and others a better visual representation of what he looks like.
For my base personality as I wish to call it, I am a depressed,anxiety ridden, mess of my former childhood self at the old age of 19 :). Neil when ever he decides to show himself can stick around for a few minutes, a day, a week, a month. Any period of time is available for him to just show up. He is in every sense INSANE. He is loud, crazy, and obnoxious. However, he keeps me balanced, if I were to not have Neil there to keep the scales in harmony, I would become uneven. Aside from the main topic of this piece, I would like it noted that my astrological sign is in fact Libra the Scales, which makes my belief in balance of life even more solidified.
What I really want people to take from this (yes I am telling you the purpose of this so you don’t have to scratch you head like wtf?) is that being an original is possible despite the bullshit arguments of today about this and that. They are not important! To many times have I believed in something and had it crushed by teachers, peers, and my parents. Don’t be afraid to be strange or any other synonym to that word. Even if you don’t always believe in yourself, at least have something else to believe in :).
