too lazy to fight

Who is this argument or war against? It is so funny to see anger and fighting when you look from this perspective: Where you see how one believes so much in their fake self that they will pick a fight with another reflected fake self.

Ha, let 'em have it! Strike them! Go on fakie, you tell that other fakie who's boss! Killer funny.

In time it will be forgotten, it never used to matter and it never will, but right now this self is manifested as two sub-selves whom disagree - so much that they'd fight!

Any argument is the same, a show put on by these fake separate entities, sadness the same, argument, misunderstanding, upset...

Born again Christian?

It is nothing at all strange for a Buddhist to be born again. They do it over and over, life after life.

I shit you not my friend

We name the colours, we name the sounds, we have books on feelings and industries on taste - but we lable smells only good or bad or make comparison: the smell of a "".

There is no musical scale of smells, no spectrum, we can't explain a smell. On catching the slightest whiff though a past memory - "Oh that orchard near the river on the holiday with mum and dad when sister wore the funny hat and we were all so happy" - emerges. We can't take an instrument and play that smell back to another, we can't describe a smell so well as to evoke it unless we use the crude spectrum of shitty, fragrant, fruity or other.

This is perhaps why the smell is so able to recapture past memories but it does not explain why we have no language for smells, beyond the crude.

Red, yellow, pinky-blue, the shade of the autumnal hue, but if I had to tell you how it smelled, well, perhaps of poo?

Crescendos, melodies, A C D, flat sharp major, but you want to know how it smelled? Oh do us a favour!

I can't label this smell, I know it so well, this is the smell of peeled avocado mixed with a frshly washed china plate - you get me?

the study of metaphysics

i did metaphysics until I realized there was no me to do it.

Immunized

My wife is a little bored of trying to help her friend over a broken heart. The friend is unable to move on and keeps repeating the same sad old "why me?" tales.

My wife just gave me the analysis of the situation and she said: "Look, all things work out, from bad they always get better. I enjoy the bad, I laugh at it, ha! as it leaves me immunized and strong so it can never harm me again."

friends

One who tells you to do what they could do if they weren't busy on other stuff = boss.

One who tells you to do what they could not do = manager.

One who tells you as fact what they have no critical opinion of = teacher.

One who does things on your behalf that you would never do or even think needed doing = politician.

One who knows you are wrong and hates or pities you for it = religious person.

One who politely/aggressively forces you to do something quite pointless for reasons they do not understand = security guard.

One who is present for a slip up but not for a disaster = policeman.

One who accepts life as it is = friend.