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I never understood how people can find whether something is right or wrong. I have many examples which can prove that right and wrong depends on the person and their views, either this or choosing what a large amount of people are choosing just to not be the odd one out. Example 1 : If you are a soldier in a war, you are fighting thinking you are protecting your family and other families. That's another point that you are also protecting people like Epstein and serial killers by fighting…
Good and evil. Two sides of a coin. It often fascinates me how a person can describe what is good and evil. I watched this show called Dexter, basically a serial killer who kills other serial killers. But how come that's good in the viewers' eyes? Of course he is clearing the world and possibly saving future victims, but at the same time he is killing people. Other than serial killers, “bad” itself can be subjective to a human's experience. Example, in villages till this date a girl child…
Theft, from the day we were born we were told that theft is bad, but no one told what kind of theft is wrong. From my life learning, one thing is certain: the world revolves around trust, theft, and corruption. Now look at the people who made money. In order for someone to be rich, there has to be someone poor. That's simply the theft of “class.” Everyone is born equally, but the class of theft is determined by whose vagina you were born from. Now that poor person can either beg for money or…
I recently saw this CJP protest in Indian news channels where they were saying that people were hitting stones in a peaceful protest and police and CRPF or something did not hit them at all, or what they like to say, “lathi charge,” while showing the video of them hitting students. I can't understand why people go in a protest like this when they know, unlike police in foreign countries who have to wear cameras all the time and have to behave only because of that, otherwise they would also be…
I walk a lot. From the day my parents started to fight, I walked a lot. I think the reason being it helps me tap into my imagination, and if you have read my other blog where I ranted, you would know how fucked up my mind is. Now this walking is becoming a toll for me as I just walk day and night, every day, for many many years, almost alone in my room all the time. Watching TV — walk. Watching anime on Android — walk. Learning something — walk. Thinking — walk. Eating — walk. Writing this blog…
Love, I always wondered what exactly it is. Honestly, never got to feel it, soo can't really describe it. I say when people around me ask that I love them, but it does not feel like love. It feels more like I am around them because they did not harm me yet, more like survival. I never truly get it. Honestly, people describe it as just yet another chemical reaction, but I have never seen another chemical reaction that makes people give their life for someone else. Me thinking I would never give…
Today while going from college through the metro, an old woman took the whole area of the escalator and I just came behind her. I was waiting for her to get on it, but then suddenly a man came from behind, grabbed her arm, and got on the escalator with her. At that moment I felt like a bad guy. When I turned my eyes to the side of the escalator, all the people on the pull-up escalator were staring at me. Like what am I supposed to do at that moment? I am just not social enough to grab someone's…
I don't really look up at the sky, but while I was coming from college, a light cold wind was touching my face. It was perfect. The environment had the right amount of heat, cold, and humidity. It felt refreshing, but when I looked up at the sky, the whole sky was filled with wires, long and thick, especially the ones which are cut and just hanging on other wires while coming on my face. It's irritating. Not only that, a lot of trees are also completely covered in wires. It completely ruined my…
Many people asked me in school and college what kind of woman I want to live my entire life with, but I always answer that generic answer that they all want to hear. I think the woman I want is not to have all the traits and that ragebait that my mom or any Indian woman generally has. Unlike that good-looking woman with no personality and whose entire personality is either the internet or famous stuff, I want the person to have their own thoughts and opinions, even if they contradict me, and…
Dreams, they always fascinated me as the things I could not, not even dare to think I could do that in my dreams. I could feel things like touching a woman's skin or vagina, butt, hair, boobs, or the back of her body, which I never did. It feels very real. The whole story I make just to get some puss is soo perfect, feels like a movie. But then, like good stuff, there is bad as well. Sometimes it's soo bad I can feel my heartbeat and sometimes just don't want to sleep. People say dreams are us…
Random thoughts. If a gay guy puts his dih in a lesbian woman's vih, does that sex be called gabian sex or straight sex? If every gay guy put their dih in other gay guys' hih, it would make a perfect circlefuck, like a circle jerk lol. People say love yourself, aka self-love. Does that mean putting my own dih in my bih hole? Like what? Dick was made out of vaginas. Does that mean if I put my dih in a woman's vih, that would be lesbian sex? How do lesbians fuck each other? Like 2 scissors…
I have just found out that if I drink a lot of milk and sugar, aka tea, my butt hair will smell like that sweet milk powder. Although I hate that sweet smell and just stopped consuming sugar altogether, I realised how my diet can affect my smell. I gotta eat more chocolate. Women lovee chocolate boys. #personal #life RSS About me
Movies and TV shows and cartoons, I watched them all from a very young age. When I was a child, the real-life situations were not so good, but these stuff let me live in my imagination away from all the problems I had. These stuff made me feel different kinds of emotions and explore my own fantasy while popping, of course. So although it is very cringe to admit and feels like a psycho, I became addicted to these a lot. The only thing after this was a lot of sugar in lemonade. But this…
I can’t talk to people, especially women. From the start, I have had this problem. With people whom I think are richer than me or in a better condition than me, my voice automatically goes down, and I start acting like that woman who is around a group of her boyfriends, just staying there in silence, maybe looking at the phone, but I don’t like to use the phone other than in my personal space. I don’t even like to watch pirated movies, just sitting there observing everyone. And with women, if I…
I don't know how to start this or why tf I am writing this, but I am really, fucking really tired of my fucking life. When I was a baby, I was in my mother’s vagina. That’s what the books and porn taught me, and I remember seeing a light blue light. It was pretty peaceful, but then as I grew up, I started seeing fights between mother and father and both families. My father was a gambler, not the one who bets online on cricket etc., but the one who goes to junk areas. He was also a tobacco or…
In this dream, I was in the Reticulum network, like I was inside that MeshChatX app nodes visualizer. It was amazing. I can’t explain the dream, but I was in those nodes. It was a short dream. I got another dream, but this time I was in an I2P network, and again I can’t explain it. I can’t write it in words. I got many more dreams, like in one dream I said this crazy line, but then I woke up. I thought of writing that line in my notes app for later writing in this blog, but then I slept again…
In this dream, I am not going to name the woman, but she was giving me diabolical blowjobs, and they were very similar to the BJs I saw on Missa AV Japanese corn in a house not mine, and BJ happened on the bed, table, and sofa. Also, I picked her up in a stand-and-carry position many times. I can’t really describe what I just witnessed. I am so gooned that this type of videos are coming in my head and modified so well it felt too real, like toooooooooooooooo real. I am not going to describe how…
In this dream, I was in my uncle’s old house, and we were sitting on the chair and eating food. The fan was up there, spinning. As soon as I looked up, I saw it falling toward me. I quickly got away from there, but then it started spinning horizontally while the blades were getting struck by the floor. Everything was okay there. The furniture was okay, and all the people in the house were doing what they were supposed to do. So now it came toward me, and in order to protect myself, I made a…
In this dream, I was at my house, which is in a building. Then I opened the front door, got out, and went downstairs. In front of me was another house, whose gate was open, and the woman was sweeping the outside area of her house with a broom. While I was getting down, she and I made eye contact. In real life, I have seen her around. I have also seen her somewhere, but I can’t remember where. She is hella beautiful, and we have also made eye contact several times. So in the dream, I came to…
In this dream, I was playing tennis with my mother using a small table tennis racket with a charge logo on it. The whole dream took place inside the house. By the way, I was not actually playing table tennis. #life #shorts RSS About me
In this dream, I was in my house and packed some food in a plastic container. I left the house, and when I left, I was shirtless. Then I went on the road to deliver this food to my close uncle barefoot. I got there and waited for him outside his building, but he did not come, so I went inside and took the stairs to the door. I saw a family member there with my uncle. She was facing backward, but my and uncle’s eyes got locked in, and I ran down the stairs as fast as I could. Then the dream…
I can never understand what the problem is with people and me, especially the people who call me their friend. Whenever they want something, I provide it to them immediately without them having to tell me again on chat, but when it’s my turn, I have to write 2 to 3 times, and if there is more stuff coming, I have to deliberately ask them again for that stuff instead of them just sending it. Even important announcements are not sent by them. I have created many WhatsApp groups with different…
I talk to myself a lot. When I was little, my family had daily fights, and I used to imagine a lot. I used to imagine that I am a robot that has no feelings and nothing matters. I used to imagine that I have friends and I am playing baybald or cycling with them. I used to imagine I am an astronaut or a cook, a guy who fixes different stuff like cars and bikes, a soldier who died on the battlefield, one of the Power Rangers guys (the blue one), or a Marvel cartoon character, especially that Iron…
A lot of people irl who read my blog ask why I don't make use of AI in my personal blogs like I do in my dream blogs. My answer is simple: Because I want my personal blogs to have the mistakes I make. It has to feel written by me. There should not be a change of words or a change of the meaning of the sentence, although I read my dream blog and look for not having these problems, but you got the point. Mistakes are what make my personal blog personal and relatable. Edit – I write blog for my…
So it’s a very old story, but when I visited one of my girl (friend) house with some other people for just hangout, I needed to go to the washroom for pooping, and when I go inside and was locking the door, I got a weird sniff. I did not did it deliberately, it just came in my nose, so I look up and saw a brown panty with little flowers on it. Before that, I did knew what a panty is, nor I knew that there are underwear which are in V shape. So out of curiosity, I pull it from cloth hanger and…
I don’t know how to start writing this, as this is my first personal blog. Fuck. So this happened when I was a child. I don’t remember what the reason was. Either it was me getting dropped from the scooty because of disbalance and fuckery of my parents, or because of food poisoning I had because I ate that kulfi from that street vendor with that red moving stall with my father’s father, fuck that guy, I hope he is dead by now, or because I got that jaundice, or because I got some other kind of…
This dream was very long, but because the environment around me was so cozy, I forgot almost all of it after waking up. In this dream, I was in a wooden house, and the whole night I was just killing these blue glowing ants while these fuckers ate everything, and I was not able to stop them. I screamed, yelled, used curse words, used my hands and different tools, but I just could not get rid of those fuckers. I talked to people, they helped me, and then they disappeared as well. At the end,…
In this dream, I was in a room with two people: one was a kid bigger than me, and the other was an aunt. The kid was sitting on a chair, and the aunt was on the bed with a blanket on. I think it was purple, and since it was a blanket, that means it was winter season. The walls had yellow paint on them. So I asked the woman if I could call someone and if she could lend me her laptop. The woman who had the laptop looked at that kid and gave it to me, but I was just doing random stuff instead of…
In this dream, I met the girl from The Grey Door dream — the one with the saggy oval face. We were in a retail store at the end of the right aisle. I was looking for a product on the shelves while she was browsing the ones attached to the wall. Then she asked me, “Do you know which one of these oils (Kachi Ghani mustard oil) is the best?” I told her I don’t use any of these. The one I use isn’t available here — I think they have stopped its production. We talked and walked around the shop…
In this dream, a woman was sitting on a chair in front of me with a table between us. The atmosphere was quite dark, lit only by a yellow glow coming from a bulb. I turned on the recording device and asked her: “Are you here willingly?” She said, “Yes.” “Did I or anyone force you?” “No.” “Are you on drugs while we are recording?” “No.” “You acknowledge that I am going to give you drugs?” “Yes.” She said this with a smile on her face. Then I asked her why she was here. She replied that she was…
