Howdy y’all! This is Flynn again on a rant about generational differences.
A few minutes ago, I’ve come to realize that no prayers no matter how sincere or repetitive; no intermediaries, such as invisible gods, angels, saints, or martyrs; no religious tools, such as holy water or oil, rosary or prayer beads, crystallized hockey pucks; could possibly save calm and relaxed people from crazy and stupid people.
It’s impossible because the drama of daily life will never go away! It doesn’t matter with whom one associates or hangs around with. It doesn’t matter if one gets married or stays single; or lives with others, such as friends, relatives, or parents, or alone.
It matters to realize that we will encounter lots of inauspicious, unfortunate situations. And there is no way to avoid different personalities or lifestyles.
That’s why wars exists. People can’t get what they want. Long ago, I invested heavily, thinking that with the money, I could move out of my parents’ house and do my own things and be happy. But Satan wouldn’t have it any other way but to keep me imprisoned here.
When Das Squirrel ate lunch the day prior to the Mutha fucker’s birthday, he mentioned again a doctor, whose mother would get on his case. This is one of many examples of how each generation cannot avoid the challenges of being eaten alive by they one who love too much and don’t know how/when to stop
With lots of hisses,
Evil Kitty
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