Hating Great Books

There are some novels that are celebrated worldwide.

These are the books that people generally just agree are great. Hell, some of them even has the word great in the title! Books such as Pride and Prejudice, the Great Gatsby, Romeo and Juliet.

These are the classics that are being remembered far beyond the death of their author. These are the immortal words.

And there´s some of them, that you just won´t find so terribly good.

Hell, you might even think that they suck. Continue reading “Hating Great Books”

If I Were a Book…

If I were a book, I don´t think I would be a particularly educating one.

I wouldn´t be able to teach someone how to speak Spanish or how to make the perfect crème brûlée. Hell, I wouldn´t even be able to teach someone how to bake chocolate chip cookies. I couldn´t teach them the difference between a congress man and a senator, or why North and South Korea doesn´t get along.

And I don´t think I would be the next great American novel. I wouldn´t be full of clever comments about our current society. I wouldn´t be the next Gatsby or Animal Farm. I wouldn´t be particularly philosophical or expand your vocabulary all that much. I wouldn´t warn you against where our society might be heading. I wouldn´t be 1984 nor Brave New World. Continue reading “If I Were a Book…”

Irrationally Angry

Warning: Includes cursing.


Okay, do you guys have something that pisses you off way more than it should?

And I can´t be things where it´s perfectly reasonable to be angry. It can´t be how you hate it when people lie, or when someone calls you ugly names. It´s reasonable to be angry when this happens.

I´m thinking about something that pisses you off, even when it really, really shouldn´t.

For me, it´s when people say that something taste like Christmas. Continue reading “Irrationally Angry”

Immortality

Immortality

And Why You Should Definitely Want It

“You don´t really want to live forever, do you?” she asks me, face horrified as if the mere thought of it was more than she could bear.

You´d think I´d told her I was suicidal. The face would be more appropriate if “live forever” had been replaced with “die”.

“Of course, I do,” I answer. “I would always want one more day.”

And I do. I want one more day, and when that day arrives, I want one more day and one more day and one more day… hopefully forever. Because if the day comes where I don´t want just one more day…

Can you even imagine how miserable that must mean I am? Continue reading “Immortality”

Choosing Blindly

If we go out from the assumption that there is one true religion, one true God, and one true life after death… then choosing our religion and our God is undoubtedly the most important choice we will ever make.

So how do we go about making it?

For most people, their choice is easy (but not very well thought out). They go with the same choice their parents went with.

This is undoubtedly very flattering to their parents, but hardly how you go about making the most important decision of your life. How are your parents sure that Christianity is the correct choice? Or Islam or Hinduism or whatever religion they might have? How come that´s the choice they made? The most likely answer?

Because that´s the choice their parents made. Continue reading “Choosing Blindly”

People Are Odd


People are odd.

I mean, people are just really, undeniably incredibly odd.

Human beings are the odd-balls of the animal kingdom. I mean, it´s hard to argue against it when you look at the facts.

What other animal is going to say “ow” when they stump themselves, even if they´re not actually in pain? They just say in, just in case it might have hurt.

It´s adorable, but utterly pointless.

And no other animal has True Fiction. Ever heard about the term? It´s when they take something that´s a lie, and they all just agree that it´s the truth.

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Fanfiction

A/N: Spoiler alert on Gone With the Wind and How I Met Your Mother.

 


Maybe it starts out with nothing more than a thought.

You find a book, a movie, or a television show you love but the ending was… disappointing. So, inside your own head, you change it. Rhett doesn´t leave Scarlett. Barney and Robin doesn´t get a divorce.

You find that the idea inside your own head isn´t concrete enough, so you write it down.

And maybe the ending of the story wasn´t the problem. Maybe there was a character you didn´t like, a choice you didn´t agree with. Or maybe nothing was wrong. Maybe you just wonder… what if?

Hell, maybe you aren´t even that interested in the story. Maybe it´s the universe you love. Maybe you´re writing a story of the first muggle-born who´s elected Minister of Magic.

You finish your story.

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The Fashion of Monsters


Okay. Fashion. We can’t really avoid it. We can’t avoid the trends that go through society before they finally die out, only to be brought back to life later – fashion, as it turns out, is very Frankenstein.

The most obvious example is, of course, clothes, but even outside the world of designers and haute couture, we find that “fashion” or popular trends exist in everything. Hobbies. Ideologies. Even mythical creatures.

It’s the latter which this essay will focus on.

Some creatures are seemingly doomed to forever be second best. Unknown to most and with very little focus on them. Creatures like banshees, gargoyles, and harpies. It’s not that we haven’t heard about them, but how many of us can honestly name a movie or a book that revolve around one of them? The closest thing might be The Hunchback of Notre Dame, but even then, the gargoyles play only a secular role.

Other creatures, however, are given their time in the limelight. They have movies and television shows revolving around them, comics and books are written with them as the main focus, and everybody knows them. They are fashionable. They are in.

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“The Monster I Am” Aka “Pineapples on Pizza”


I’m crazy.

Let’s just start with getting that one out of the way.

I – Am – Crazy.

Nuts. Weird. An oddball. There’s just something wrong with me.

You see…

I like pineapples on pizza.

I know. Horrible, isn’t it? It’s one of those things where I know that it’s wrong, but I just can’t help myself. I mean, some people like necrophilia. Other people fuck farm animals. And I… I like pineapples on pizza.

Forgive me.

It’s just so delicious. The juiciness and the freshness of the pineapple that keeps the meat and white bread from becoming cloying. It’s the perfect condiment. I can just feel myself starting to drool as I write this post.

I suppose I could stop myself from eating it. Just because I can’t control my liking it, doesn’t mean I can’t control my actually eating it. There are countless of recovering alcoholics out there, and if they can do it, surely, I can as well.

I just don’t want to.

Perhaps I’m weak.

Perhaps I should be ashamed.

And perhaps… perhaps it’s just some freaking pineapple on a freaking pizza?

So… why care?

Let the people have their pineapples.

We’re not forcing you to eat it.

That’s step two.

The Terror of Trump

A/N: The Terror of Trump. This is a highly subjective article, and please do take this into consideration. 


There are many different kinds of presidential candidates for the upcoming selection, but most often the choice is really between two. Whoever the democratic party picks and whoever is picked by the republican party. The democratic party can still go both ways regarding Hillary vs. Bernie, but I believe that the republican party has already made its decision. They just haven’t gone public with it yet.

If they do pick, who I as well as millions of others believe they will pick, they have picked someone, who’s a compulsive liar. He’s ignorant, a racist, talks down to women and is basically a bully.

He’s Donald Trump, and I still cringe when I consider him the next president of the United States.

Continue reading “The Terror of Trump”