The final days are finally here!!! Well for me, my count down starts. Within 1 day left of "technically" being 17 years of age, I'm counting down till Graduation. It's a strange time to start, but why not be different?


The final days are finally here!!! Well for me, my count down starts. Within 1 day left of "technically" being 17 years of age, I'm counting down till Graduation. It's a strange time to start, but why not be different?
Freud is the first official psychologist, and actually delved within the mind. What he dealt with most was the repressed thoughts and emotions to cause problems psychological problems. Most of which was sex ruled the mind, and we are all little horndogs running around the world tying to act as if we have any sense of chastity. But now as the days are changing, we are embracing our sexuality, hell now little kids show deal with sexual actions, and my younger brother, aged six years, even claims females as his girlfriends. So instead of our ego pushing against our ids, it is allowing the id to beat the superego in decision making. Or is it that our superego is simply changing with the times, as we see boobs and box (term from Asher Roth and it works well) on the idiot box more often are we desensitizing ourselves as a culture to become more sexual? Or could Freud be controlling us from the grave to prove a point. But then it would be proving him wrong, since there's more open sex as well as more people with psychological problems. So from the movies to magazines sex is everywhere, and Freud called it - sex is on everyone's mind....somewhere. Even some people say that the internet was invented for porn (hopefully the link works), though it wasn't created for such, it certainly is used as such. Look at the new Google Chrome browser it has an incognito window so that your tracks cannot be traced, perfect for the horndog inside.
This is the funniest thing I've seen in a while, "Totally Stylin Tattoos Barbie". Really, what are we bringing out to little girls? It's bad enough that most high school students can easily get tattoos for no reason; now we can say 'YES' to tattoos on small children, might as well lower the age to 10 for tattoos. Your little girl will love that butterfly on her shoulder forever. Mattel should at least name this Barbie appropriately 'Tramp Stamp Barbie'. This isn't a huge step up from the generic ideal female model (supposedly), but it leads to other possibilities and that's where people have problems.
What's next?
Can there be a 'Pretty Preggers Barbie', with a large stomach, swelling tits, and in nine months a new baby doll can be purchased to crawl out of the 'Pretty Preggers Barbie'? Or maybe a 'Divorced Barbie', she costs $300,000 and comes with half of Ken's stuff. Then to complete the set you need to get the 'Broken-Down Ken', and he comes with a drink and a strip club. I don't know what Mattel was thinking with their new Barbie, but it's not the greatest thing to put out to small children.
Yes life is like a strip club in quite a few ways......my friend told me this, but she had no just reasons for the fact......so........here are some of mine after consideration.....
Life is like a strip club in the fact as you lower your boundaries mentally to show who you are, it's like taking off the clothes of your personality - though you aren't taking them off physically, so it might not be as sexy, but can always be equally if not more disturbing.
Life is like a strip club in that people will be gawking at you judging your movements whether it be your parents, teacher, boss, or the public itself, and if you become famous, the ones watching your steps are the ones throwing money at you.
Life is like a strip club in that things that happen within the darkness stay there, snorting coke, passin' the dutch, etc. is all done within a strip club, but where no one looks - besides come on who doesn't want to be under the influence and see some titties that don't belong to them?
So here's a little bit of how life is like a strip club, I'm sure there are more, but they just haven't caught on yet...