-International opinion-
-Shit Happens-
A very common topic. But there is though behind the mystic of the almighty “Oh no... I did not just do that.”, or the famous “ Please God, WHY?” ... or my favourite “FUUUUUUCK!”a perfect way to deviate from the every now and then moments in your life that makes you wanna pack up your shit and discretely move to Latvia (ya... that's right under Estonia... or over Lithuania).
Each of us have a goal, each of us wants to make cash. But our driving force between us and success, the determination we acquire in this pursue for settlement, is always pulled back by the gravity of the incommensurable amount of crap we have to face to reach the peak; and once we plant our flag, there is suddenly a higher fucking mountain in the horizon coming out of the mist behind you. Call it ambition, arrogance, gluttony, and don't really care but what is for sure, is that you would NEVER resist the temptation to take off the pole you've just nailed to the ground perfectly and start climbing the next heights in hope not to fuck it up.
But mid-way through this adventure we call our lives, we eventually hit the stop sign that pisses everyone off because there are no cars around and you really don't feel like stopping but as you carry on driving there will of course be an ass-hole of a female officer who just hit menopause jumping out of a shrubbery and decides to release her inner woman pressure onto you. Then you think WHY THE FUCK did I do that? WHY didn't I stop! I knew I should have stopped... but I DIDN'T!
There is always room for improvement in the daily routines we face, but pushing our luck and boundaries does NOT mean improving ourselves!
After pushing your luck, trust me,
you end up slapping your own face with
a rubber-slapper --->http://blog.modernmechanix.com/mags/PopularScience/4-1933/rubber_slapper.jpg
A human example fresh from last week:
Last week end I went out with a couple of friends, and as the wine level in the bottles dropped, and my attraction for the middle-aged girl in front of me rose, I knew it was time for me to retreat to my house in hope she did not think it was a hint for her to follow me. I had a couple of glasses, I was not very drunk and thus I deemed it was still reasonable to drive the 12km home. I was right. I came home, parked my piece of crap Ford Escort and went to bed satisfied with my evening and driving skills under slight inebriation.
WHERE THE FUCK IS THIS STORY GOING you might ask. Well carry on to the next paragraph and you will get my message you lazy fuck!
The next week end I went out again with my mates, but this time moved from the delicate Chardonnay to the ass-raping local tequila. Around 1 am, once I finished taking a piss against a sleeping kitten in the gutter, I got into my car and rated I felt reasonably alright to head home. So wrong I was. Halfway through my journey I believe I lost the front bumper and the left headlights. Hum... did I mention it was my boss's car he lent me? Fuck my life.
My point is when you are given simple things like a car in this example, and manage to drive drunk once, don't think you are Michael Schumacher and try to push the limit you arrogant douche. Otherwise you WILL wake up the next couple of days wondering how retarded you may be. You drove drunk successfully? Good for you, now DON'T DO IT AGAIN!
Listen to James Cook, listen to your parents, listen to what your sober buddies tell when you are starting to take your cloths off. If it seems even the slightest like a shitty idea, then back off as it most probably is one!
Until next time, I'm off to find a garage to fix the car before my boss is back.
Sincerely,
N. Léon
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