An Extremely Strange Revelation, An Answer To The Idiotic Naivety Of Men, Papertissue.tumblr.com, and A Look At Why I Love God

I am really tired and all the stops are gone. I'm gonna post what's on my mind.

I just found out that I don't really like girls with friends. Hrm. How strange. I guess it's cuz I don't really believe in people and if girls have friends who just happen to be people, then it's like, "DOOD! THAT'S A NO-NO!"

Ooh, let me rephrase, I don't like the concept of a girl with friends. Everybody has friends. If there is a girl out there without a friend...LET ME KNOW IMMEDIATELY! (Your mother can be your friend so if your mother is your friend, then disqualify her)

If you don't understand. Whatever.

Also, I would like to address the feelings of women on "stupid boys who don't think girls f--- (fart since it looks so wrong) and d------- (defecate)."

I am fully aware of it. I'm not an idiot. It's just that I try to do two things by not thinking, not talking, and not even imagining about such things.

1. I try to keep the image of the women as pure as possible. That perhaps they are not as crass and dirty and disgusting as men are. I like having a positive view on women. I don't know why people want to ruin that and make me look at women as if they are not as beautiful as they really are.
2. I try to respect the efforts of other girls that might be kind enough to try and keep this fantasy for us boys.

I don't know if I'm every gonna get married because I keep saying stuff like this. I just don't understand why girls want so much to come down to our level. It just doesn't make any sense to me. It's like...I can't think of any metaphors or similes.

I don't care if you don't understand.

Lastly

I just realized that a little girl in Australia has been entertaining be through her blog for a while now. I was so tricked. It is strange. At first, I thought the writer of the blog was a young adult white male. Finding out that it is actually a 15 year old Asian in Australia changed how I viewed the blog. I completely lost all faith in the blog.

I just don't want to see what a little girl finds interesting. My search to find artsy fartsiness continues...

I don't even care anymore. God is so good.

ugh. I'm tired. Class. Tomorrow. God. All the time. Good.

I am a normal human being.

Actually, no. I just realized I'm crazy. Really crazy. EXTREMELY CRAZY! RETARDEDLY CRAZY!!!!

Why am I following a guy who died 2000 years ago and claimed to rise from the dead forever and saying that he single-handedly got rid of all the bad things I have done?

Not only that, I'm giving my life to this guy. I'm going to be going to far poor countries like India or something to help a bunch of poor smelly kids that are going through disturbing things. Kids who are willing to go into a pile of poop to get a BOLLYWOOD actor's autograph! BOLLYWOOD ISN'T EVEN THAT GOOD! I'm gonna have to touch these kids!

I have to live by this code that doesn't even let me have sex or enjoy the endless pleasures of marijuana, ecstasy, heroin, and other countless recreational pills. All this while other people living by this code break it daily all around me.

WHY DO I DO THIS?!

I don't do this because someone proved that Christianity was real to me.

I do this because the promise of a life far more grand and pleasurable than anything in this world can even fathom.

I do this because that man died for me despite the evil things I've done.

I do this because God loves me.

I do this because God makes me happy.

This belief is personal.

I'm a crazy Christian.

No I change my mind. Everybody else is just a crazy non-Christian. We're the sane ones.

Man. This was a really long post. I'm tired. If you read this far, you're a crazy person. Whether you're non-Christian or not.

If I put something weird, I'll read over it tomorrow and fix it. I don't know if I am completely theologically correct. But for now. everything seems to be in place. But then again, I am so not in my right state of mind.

it's the next morning and I decided not to change anything! :D