These are the spiritual types; you know the kind. The ones who have spent their entire lifetimes wasting the precious time they were allotted within their short lives; searching madly for any type of mindless distraction, which usually takes the form of a TV program or another type of programing derived from social media, to suddenly and miraculously wake up to realize they always were, or have suddenly become an empath. Are you kidding me? Really? How is it the mindless can shift so quickly to become mindful? How can the selfish shift so quickly to become selfless? I don’t believe a single deceitful hollow word, which may spew itself off from their rotting tongues. These professional television and social media entertainment enthusiasts, know absolutely nothing about spirituality, let alone what it fundamentally means to be an empath. Perhaps one of their entertainment programs sold them on the idea they have now become an empath, or have always been one, but they just never knew about it, at least not until now. I have a feeling this is why it seems most of the sheeple have lost their minds, and have also become dangerously sensitive to being sensitive. You know they type; the ones who are offended at being offended. There are certain circumstances in life, which you may find to be intolerable, as you journey down your life’s path. Yet, no one should have to tolerate any one of these types of fake and hollow sheeple; spewing words of ignorance and indolence, as though they are a gift to you within your life.
Tag: society
The Misguided
They all know who they are. You and I have both seen them when we venture out into society. We can recognize them on sight; noses in their phones, sporting their hipster wannabe fashion trends, and lastly, that pungent aroma they give off, as though they are an expert in every field one may discuss with them, yet ignorant as to how society and the world truly function. Laziness is their forte; a truthful and undeniable purposelessness. Ahh, the refreshing sight and stench of an enabled lifetime. How does one survive in the world, when they feel they are owed everything, as they walk through life with their palms up and extended outward? Technology has killed Darwin’s Natural Selection. Could you imagine a world where these purposelessness sheeple actually have to survive by fending for themselves? Yes, it would be quite amusing to watch. I wonder what they will do when the purge finally arrives; do you think they will be able to survive? Highly doubtful. Sitting around being lazy watching TV all day (or playing video games), while smoking weed and eating fast food, only prepares one to receive Universal Basic Income. It definitely does not prepare one to make something of themselves. But, this is the way most have decided to live their lives now. These UBIs have actually made life easier for you and I. How? There are less sheeple getting in our way. Also, they are steadily killing themselves, as neither you nor I will ever have to life a finger to do it for them. Now that is turning a frown upside down!
FTW
I was standing in line for the cashier at the hardware store waiting to check out. I could see the gray-haired older man, whom was in line in front of me; outside in front of the store, struggling with his bicycle cart. His bicycle cart was somewhat reminiscent of a rickshaw, in the Orient. Instead of using the bicycle to transport travelers from one destination to the next, this man had his entire life within the back of his three-wheeled bicycle cart, umbrellas and all. I watched and listened to this man, as he was cussing at the tire, and the cart which it was supposed to be attached to. This is when I noticed the jailhouse tattoo on his left shoulder: FTW (fuck the world). This FTW tattoo, covered the entire top part of his hairy, wife beater t-shirt wearing, sunburned shoulder. I could tell the tattoo was done with a shaky hand, as the outline went from thick to thin, and back to thick, within each letter, which comprised the eloquent: FTW. It was not bad quality for India ink, and a G string from a guitar, as it was probably the best that type of quality could provide, given the circumstances. As I watched this grey-haired older man, continuously struggle to change one of the back tires of his cart, I could still hear this man cussing from inside of the hardware store. I could not help but think; I guess he didn’t fuck the world, the world fucked him. Life has a way of doing that.
G.G. Kalfas 