Strange Days

no, not the hauntingly awesome Matthew Good Band song. fuck suckle, now i want to hear that song.

*listens to song...feels slightly dreamy...crushes an orange monster...demons awaken once more*

RIGHT, where were we?! fuck, thats right! i did something i suggest every should do at least once before you meet your ending once and for fucking all:

i spilled my guts to a complete stranger without the influence of alcohol or drugs and it was weird.

i'm usually guarded in reguards to spilling the beans about stuff i've done/been through/seen simply because it's not your business unless i say it is. this isn't a flaw, it's a defense mechanism and a great one to have. if you tell your friends things they will later use it against you for their own gain when they're at a low point in their own savagely shitty life. a stranger, on the other hand, has zero fucks to give when it comes to you and what your life has developed into, at least they shouldn't give a fuck, unless they're stalking you...in which case you should put a bullet in your own head before you suddenly wake up in a dimly lit basement to a constant loop of The Pixies "Debaser", with four fingers missing, pumped full of animal tranquilizers and being watched by some strange looking doll - that is actually a real person - who is franticly masturbating right in front of you and grunting the words "yeah, this is what i do to colostomy bags like you".

(i think thats enough about my first real girlfriend and her silly drug induced antics)

what i think i'm getting to is the main point at hand:

strangers will give you an unbiased opinion and problem solving technique long before your friends, as your friends know what you want to hear and will be happy to say that before the truth that needs to be said. friends are great to have but they tend to bullshit you when they become comfortable with you, instead of remaining true to absolute friendship, and laying into you when you're a douchebag and telling you the haps when you need some real back up.

so every once in awhile ditch the friend talk and just ask a stranger instead.

trust the angry man-boy, TRUST ME I SAYS.

Secretly Watching You While You Pee,

Dax