Know what sucks? Bananas. Seriously. I
mean, seriously. If monkeys couldn't get sex, they'd get
bananas. They suck on more than one level. They're yellow, odd
shaped, and have what you could call a skin around them. The
bananas have at weird shaped tip, a white creamy inside. How
else could you get that perverted image in your mind when you
look at a monkey eating a banana?
You know what else sucks? People in
general. Yup, people. I said it. People. Whores, sluts,
prostitutes, gang-bangers, husbands, wives, rebellious teens,
normal teens, book worms, and even the occasional baby. Because
we all eat suckers. Seriously. But...That isn't what I meant.
People suck in general because practically all attitudes suck
deep throat and half the people of the world don't care about
anyone else besides themselves.
I said in the above sentence the word of
'normal'...what truly is normal? Nowadays if 'normal' sneaking
out to get drunk? Is 'normal' screwing your boyfriend in the
backseat of a car or in your room with the parents next door?
Is 'normal' really all that normal? What truly means 'normal'?
Half the people of the world compare themselves to someone
else, someone above them....To their way of
Humans, in general, are so insecure. We
judge ourselves harsher than anyone else will, or even cares to
do. When in public, we withhold ourselves from our activities,
which we might love, because we're afraid of what someone, at
least one person, might think. We listen to advice someone
might give us and we either A) Figure it as lies B) Figure it
as what the person has to say OR C) Tell ourselves that person
shouldn't be giving that advice because they know nothing about
If people these days weren't so insecure,
maybe the population could get somewheres. Tortured geniuses
hide their concoctions away from the world because of what one
person once said. One person is all it takes to shatter
confidence and dreams. One word, one sentence, one time, one
person. One dream ruined. Thrown down the drain. Caploot. Gone.
Outta here. Never coming back.
The thing is though, if people were more
open instead of hiding away, within themselves, perhaps we
could get somewhere in the world also. Half the people on earth
are overweight. At least half the people. The other half think
they are. And another half are anorexic. Think of all the
worlds, at least one time, where someone told them to "Give
up", or at least not in so many words. And give up those people
did. They gave up thinking they were beautiful, is what it all
comes down to.
Beauty. Ego. Pride. Allure. Good looks.
It all comes down to two thing in this
world now adays. Money, and beauty. If you have one, you are
sure to have the other. If you are rich, somewhere along the
line, someone was beautiful to reach that money. If you are
beautiful, somewhere along the line you are going to be rich,
or at least well-pocketed.
When are we truly beautiful? When we
cover ourselves in make up, smother each other with perfume and
hair spray, choke on lipstick, deal with the pain from plastic
surgery and when we pluck ourselves red? That's not beauty.
That's skin-deep beauty. Sometimes the most beautiful humans in
the world are the people others might call 'ugly'. That is
because their beauty is not on the outside. It is on the
Truthfully, all humans suck. Big time.
Or, we kiss ass. Hell, we might even do ass to get to where we
want. One third of the people in the world are sluts. Another
are suck ups. The other third don't care. Eventually, though,
everyone will no longer care. They will be dead.
Electronics, along with money and beauty,
rule the world. In the blink of an eye, you can receive an
email from someone halfway across the Earth. With another
blink, you can reply. Technology has greatly developed over the
ages, but with it, so have the problems. Along with the
Several of the problems are greatly
important, but several aren't. Gangs have ways of connecting to
each other, solving issues. Then again, gang members in prison
have contacts on the outside. Police have contact with people,
faster contact than before, allowing fast response time.
However, murderers have ways of contacting someone, anyone, to
help with the crime they just committed. Family members have
greater ways of keeping in contact. They also have ways to keep
Sooner or later, everything that goes
around comes around. Murderers are caught, or die. Gang members
are killed, or harmed. Police officers have at least one inside
rat, on the outside. Family members have to confront old pasts,
old flames, and others.
Everyone on the Earth will die one day.
Some sooner than others, some quicker than others, some crueler
than others. However, each and every person's heart will stop
beating. Some relish the fact, some welcome it, some despise
it, some are saddened by it, some are desperate because of it.
Each person has their own way of accepting they will one day
Somewhere on Earth, someone is
contemplating suicide. Hanging. Slicing. Choking. Drowning.
Suffocation. Electrocution. Height. Gun-point. Poisoning.
Drugs. Fire. Starvation. There are so many ways to die nowadays
that it isn't even funny. Forty percent of the people on Earth
have contemplated suicide at least once. Almost ten percent of
those have followed through with the thoughts. Five percent
were teens. Two percent were elders. Two percent were
middle-aged people. One percent were kids.
Half the time the suicide seems like a
good escape, a reason to get out. A way to run away without
facing the problem. Truthfully the problem will most likely
follow and land on someone else's shoulders. Someone else who
cannot handle the blame, the weight, and the struggle of
dealing with the issue.
Suicide attempts will not solve problems.
It will only cause more. Therapists, doctors, exams, shots, and
more. Over half of the patients who try to commit suicide, and
live through it, tell those who ask they wish they had never
even tried. The others, who do make it, will often try
Those who try again, are weak. They are
gullible to their thoughts. The ones who try more than once for
suicide, are pitiful. They listen to their thoughts. They have
no courage to stand up to those thoughts, to their problems, to
the issues in their lives.
A bad breakup. A fist thrown. A slap.
Harsh words. Tears. Screaming. Shouting.
So many things in the world can be a
factor to suicide.
Alot of people in the world are greedy.
They wish for money, for men/women, love, sex, and so much
more. Someway, somehow, each person in the world has a secret,
or not-so-secret, greed. Chocolate stashes. Hidden kisses.
Diamonds. Money. Pink.
Each person who is greedy is not strong
enough to resist what they want. They cave in. Give in. Allow.
Instead of resisting. Half the time, they regret what they did
afterwards. The other half? They don't regret.
The woman who eats chocolate while no one
is looking regrets it as she steps on the scale.
The man who cheats on his wife for six
months, slipping out with the excuse of 'work' regrets as he
watches his marriage fall apart.
The teen who wears her favorite color,
pink, to school regrets her choice as a fellow peer pokes
The man who just earned a million bucks
from selling out his closest friend might feel a pang of
regret, but the money heals the guilt.
The woman who just flashed the camera on
national TV might regret as she watches herself, but does not
as she scores a star contract. A porn star.
For every person who regrets, there is
someone doing something somewhere which they will not regret.
If you do not regret, ever, you are not making mistakes. If you
are not making mistakes, you are not
People will despise you for that. For not
being self-conscious. Sooner or later in life, someone will
hate you for a reason. Maybe you know this reason. Or maybe you
don't. Either way, hate will be aimed at you. Directly.
Indirectly. Sooner or later, you must handle the
How you handle it makes or breaks
Either way, after everything I've said,
everything goes on. The world stills rotates. Photosynthesis
still happens. Animals still reproduce. And life goes
But life is what you make it. Are you
going to make it a good life, something you can be proud of?
Are you going to look back and see mostly good memories? Are
you going to die peacefully?
Are you going to hide from your past? Are
you going have to search hard for good memories? Are you going
to have regrets blocking your mind? Will you be on your
deathbed before you realize all your mistakes? Will you
-From: KK Roo