plastic

 

P L A S T I C

I.  The crap philosophy (do not bother to count the large amount of crap)

Nothing is for real; nothing is for sure besides the fact that one day we’ll all be gone… alone and in denial. Rewind.I’ll try to adapt this for women. These days a friend of mine said to me while we were sitting in a suspicious bar drinking, that the purpose of his life was happiness. Then the friend, sitting on my left said to the other friend sitting on my right: you’ll not gonna marry her. Be realistic! For those who cannot understand these words, my left friend was talking about the utopic situation of finding the missing part and calls it soul mate then again, not marry her/ him and have a “wonderful” compromised life because it’s in our human blood to screw things up big time. The society nowadays does not allow any kind of happiness anyways, unless you find it in guilty pleasures such as chocolate or drugs. Even though drugs are illegal the society accepts them as passports to instant clock happiness. I hear coffee or jogging generate the same effect only on a smaller scale. Men are full of crap said again my left friend. Women are probably the same. Well imagine men like different types of gardens. There are gardens and gardens full of crap. You think you might find the perfect garden and then you discover the crap inside of it. Because even in the most beautiful gardens there are dogs who crap. And well, you find the crap and you start to see it as something not so bad and you comfort yourself saying that the crap you just have found it must really be the most relevant of all. From this point, the crap becomes beauty. Then again, you pass by other gardens, you envy them for their perfect conservation and one day you shatter: hey, this garden has no crap!  You realize someone hired some kind of supervisor to take care of those dogs who crap in gardens. The crap in your garden is already comfortably growing, beautifully arranged like a sparkly Christmas tree, some kind of habit you relate on and still…you leave it behind and move to this new almost perfect non craped garden…After several walks and meditations you realize once again you don’t fit in it because life provides you crap, you crap every morning unless you’re constipated, you walk down the streets and you see animal crap, fast foods and hypermarkets, banks and corporations which for sure can be just another type of innovative crap; modern, high established consumerism crap…

And so…from gardens and corporations we move further to men. 

…to be continued chapter 2.