My little bit of hatred for today

Prologue
Hello world, I have not written anything for a little while even though I had plenty to write about. (I was either too lazy or did not feel like sharing those adventures with you all) So, I decided to write something about a subject that results in me having bad morning in average 2 days a week. Now I know what you are going to say. "Shut the fuck up Franky and stop bitching... there are more important problems in the world" and you are completely right! Boohoo Mr.Fuckin Obvious! I am totally aware of that. The reason for writing this is so that I can transfer my anger onto you all so that my head stays free of negative energy. You cannot put a good fight if your head is troubled. So hopefully, the next time this will happen to me... I can tell myself "alright you have already bitched about this to everyone on FB, it is now time to move on and get over it. There's nothing more you can do". Thanks for listening...

(obviously I am probably gonna head on a tangent half way through and end up having an argument with my left flip-flop over whether you should brush your teeth from top to bottom or from left to right... let's see how we go)

Hatebreeder
Everyday that I live, I realize that I hate allot of things. It is not like if I try to hate things. I guess I am just... human. I hate certain things and love other things.

This might or might not have happen to you. If it has, I am totally sure that you went "ARRRGGGRG FUCKIN HELL!!!".

So here is what happens 2 out of 7 days a week. I wake up. Sometime to the horn of my alarm clock. Sometime to the horn of those (fuckin) people who pick up news papers from 0900 to 2200 EVERYDAY. I spend about 10-30 minutes in my bed.
I stand up....
...
...go back to bed because I can not be fucked actually waking up just yet.
I get up again. I walk across my room. I bump into my computer chair. I miss the door handle and bang my head against the door. I open the door. I walk across the kitchen (my eyes are still closed at that time). I switch the hot water on. I take my underwear off (woohoo strip tease!!). I turn the water on and... AAaaaaAAAaaahhhh... a nice "hot" shower.

note: the bad part has not started yet. This is just standard waking up business.

So once I am done with my shower, I turn the water off. I push the extra water toward the drain using my foot (so that the bathroom does not turn into a 5th ocean). Then, I reach for the towel rack and....

FUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKK!!!!!

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(a bit more?)

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FUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!!!!!!!!!

I feel nothing! (I tend to hang my towel outside on the balcony because my bathroom is too closed up and the excess of humidity results in a very slow evaporation process.) So here I am, naked in my bathroom with only a pair of dirty boxer shorts to dry myself. At this point, I am furious because I know what is to come.

If I have not had enough sleep, I am the last person that you want to fuck with. Right there, my towel has fucked with me big time. The only problem is that I cannot bash the fuck out of my towel.
1. Towels do not feel pain.
2. Bashing a beach towel is simply an absurd notion.

So, I am left with 1 choice...

I wipe as much water off using my hands so that I will not need to put a yellow "slippery floor" sign in the kitchen. I slightly open the bathroom door and look if there is anyone out there. All clear? GO! I put my underwear in front of my genitals just in case that one of my flat mate has the (bad) luck of waking up at that time. I run across the kitchen. I bang my knee on a chair. When turning the lounge room corner, I slip and smash my head on the ground. I get back up. I run to the balcony. I grab the towel, then walk back into my room and slam the door in anger.

Now I do not know if any of your can relate to this but when that happens to me... I know there is a bad day coming up.

Scientific Analysis
Overall, being wet is not too much of a problem. I live in a hot country. It is actually refreshing due to the fact that your body will release heat in attempt to evaporate the water on your skin. So why so much anger?

I guess no one is comfortable with walking around naked in their house when a flat mate might pop out any time. (which results in running with wet feet and smashing your face on the ground... kind of dangerous when you think about it) There is a certain level of courtesy here but at the same time, humans tend to be afraid to reveal their sexual organs (or t see other people). If it was not the case, we would probably all be wondering around naked and would save on power by reducing our use of air conditioning. Actually, it would be kinda cool. You could not judge people by the way they dress. I guess people would find different things to judge you on like how saggy your breasts are or how small your dick is but hey... it is not like if you have chosen it. and if someone does not want to respect your body, fuck em, they are idiots anyway.

PS: now here I have to make something clear, big dicks are overrated. The day where your girlfriend will tell you not to put it all the way in, you'll be wondering what the fuck did that dude in school was talking about with his 12 inches.

I do kind of wonder why we are so afraid of our bodies. It is just flesh after all. Everyone has one. Everyone has seen someone else's body naked before. Sure if tomorrow everyone went out in the street naked, it would be kind of chaotic but after a year... it would just be a normal thing. But, it is not a new thing. Unless the history books were trying to make things more "user friendly", people have been covering their genitals for a very long time. The breasts seems to be a "new" thing. I believe some aboriginal tribes do not care about going topless which is totally fine in my book. I totally admire the boobs... (Big, medium, small... love em all.) It is (for some mysterious reason) a beautiful thing. Just like beautiful eyes or mouths. We currently "perve" on them (both men and women) since for a reason (that I do not happen to know), it is apparently not right to just look at them. Humans do enjoy looking at beautiful things. It stimulates your brain in a nice way. It gives us a reason to smile. I can go to museum and look at a beautiful painting of a naked person. Now here I might be weird but I do not have any intention of raping the painting because it depict a naked women. (don't know about the others...)

I remember having a discussion with some girl about how there is a difference between "perving" and admiring. All I can say is that the line is thin. To me, I "perve" so that I can admire without getting punched/slapped. She then went on about "having sexual though" while looking. Now here I have to represent the male community out there. We (dudes) can officially have sexual though out of... ANYTHING. I am sure that if I stare at my washing machine for long enough, I will eventually get a hard on. Sure boobs help since we have been brainwashed by the media about how it is a sexual "object" instead of a feeding mechanism. Now for the girls, I do not know how it happens but if you wanna have sexual though while looking at me (good luck),knock yourself out! I do not mind. I will even be flattered. As long as you respect my body, I am totally fine with it. No one needs to know about though so how can it possibly affect you?

There is also the issue of not wanting to see some things. Well look... some faces are not considered as beautiful. We do not require them to cover up for that reason. You do not have to look at what does not appeal to you.

Wrapping Up
So anyway, I could probably write a book on things I hate and beauty but I really need to go to bed. I will cut this right here...