Putting on the Mantle of a Soviet Apologist… (Apologetic? how u say it?)

Sometimes I can’t sleep so I have to go through goodreads trivia… or fight imaginary monsters in Runescape… or think about philosophy, even though I’m not that smart… actually one of my ex-bosses called me a PHILOSOPHER… maybe that was a suggestion that I should seek a new career…

So far, in my life, I’ve come to two great philosophical realizations, I think… the first is…

The fact that you have unlimited texts does not necessarily mean that you cannot stop talking.

It is very rare, and I can’t “prove” it, but shit, I see it sometimes. Sometimes, people actually can shut the hell up… really!

The other one, is this…

“In Soviet Russia, maybe we could only have cars all the same color, but at least our women weren’t sluts and no one did any drugs, I think.”

Now, I don’t mean to sound like a hypocrite here, I have to admit that the best thinking of my parents got me to America, and they still think they made the right choice… but… yeah… choice… think about… your choices. From the very beginning… we knew this place (America) was different. There was a lot more shit… and everyone was always very, very busy. And they (my parents) would say things like… well this place is really different. People don’t get married until they’re in their 30s or so… and I’d say… hmm.. well that’s right, that’s a little different. Both my parents… and their parents got together pretty young… and had kids when they were pretty young. But… only a couple decades later did I begin to realize WHAT THAT MEANT… what that meant, is that Americans tend to fuck like rabbits through their twenties, and then when they get bored or tired of that, I guess… they try to shack up with someone… and call that a “family,” right?

Now… is that really a family… I don’t know. Seems pretty fucking weird to me, now that I think about it. Of course I am also guilty of some of the same… I read the “Game” back in college and sometimes watch those wonderful, inspirational “Sandman” MGTOW videos, and I still think women sort of speak a different language, even though it all sounds like English to me. But it’s different… you know? It’s just different!

So, yes, the point I was trying to make was that America gives you choices! And they’re all bad ones. So, that’s why I still live with my Mom, and go to therapy, and drink as much as I can, and try to keep this website running. A cold beer never broke my heart.