I nearly became a school shooter. But, unfortunately, my path was thwarted by a series of quite prosaic obstacles
The first difficulty, it must be confessed, was my gargantuan girth, which turned every attempt at passing through doorways into a spectacle of considerable architectural anxiety.
The second obstacle was my fingers——frequently compared, rather unkindly though not entirely inaccurately, to sausages——which, in retrospect, appear far better suited to the hoisting of a fork than to any delicate mechanical undertaking, and which promptly proceeded to bungle the entire business of trigger manipulation.
When you add to this my well-known sloth, which makes any exertion not directly concerned with gastronomic satisfaction an undertaking of quite extraordinary difficulty, you may begin to conceive the scale of the obstacles I faced.
The real turning point, however, came when a stranger, in a most astonishing burst of civility, held a door open for me——only for me to discover, to my considerable embarrassment, that I could not, in fact, pass through it at all.
It was merely this trifling gesture on the part of a stranger——an act of kindness, I daresasy——which provided the final snag, bringing the whole affair to a rather undignified conclusion.
It was not, I hasten to add, due to any inherent deficiency in myself—heaven forfend anyone should suggest such a thing!
No; it was merely this regrettable piece of courtesy, which brought my grand design to an abrupt and humiliating end!
Oh my dear, really now. We are still *in* the 2000s. The year 3000 is still 974 years away. To speak of the 2000s as if they were some glittering lost age is nostaglia at its most premature & absurd. Pure humbug, in short.
If you mean the years 2000–2009, then I have some good new you: everything is exactly the same today as it was then. People dress just as incompetently, they think exactly the same superficial thoughts, and conduct themselves with the same same-old dead-eyed predictability.
In short, nothing has changed.
The first decade was a very recent, very unmemorable, and distinctly mediocre blur of mundane noise, each year identical to the preceding one, and all of them indistinghuible from the present decade. Merely a vague smear of dull human racket, continuous from 2000 to now. Remove the dates, and no one would mistake 2000-2010 as another era at all. Everything in the cultural atmosphere today was exactly the same back then.
That photograph of three interchangeable young ladies, each indistinguishable from her contemporary counterpart——same dress, same hair styling, same mannerisms, same behaviour——merely confirms that mass culture produces people who are visually & behaviourally continuous across decades.
When people insist that the period possessed some unique charm, some irrecoverable 'specialness' now vanished for ever, they are not describing a decade at all, but merely themselves. The explanation is always the same: if the past appears to shimmer, it is because youth itself shimmers.And youth throws its flattering light over everything in its vacinity, and converts every ordinary experience into retrospective gold.
Essentially: morality, tradition and piety are the exact opposite of erotic. So a woman raised by her mother to be a good pious housewife is the opposite of arousing for a man. Men want playful, impetuous tomboys instead. And among the barbaric free, women are the object of love.
“Maybe there’s nothing wrong with me at all. Maybe I’m meant for something more.”
The message of every kids movie today is: If you’re having trouble navigating the world, the world is the problem and actually you’re just too awesome and you should never ever work on yourself.
One of the most annoying libtard behaviors is their obsession with reducing art to pat little moral lessons, agreement with those lessons is what they mean by "media literacy" btw
"The millions who were let in by the traitors with the sole aim of destroying your countries must now be judged very carefully on an individual basis to determine whether they should be sent back because... BECAUSE IT'S A HECCIN' DECENT THING TO DO!!!!"