When Everyone Else is Looking for Aceceptance in this World

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When Everyone Else is Looking for Aceceptance in this World

It is love that one is looking for; it's neither hate one is craving for for the development of the mind in this world where perpetual state of turmoil is possible. The meaning of life in the whole universe is nothing but one big giant form of perplexity and preposterosity. Whether or not there is such word in the entire universe is up to a higher power when one does not resolve to a lower power. I love hotdogs. IKEA hotdog is cheaper than blood. Love is thicker than ice cream.

When I went to church last time, I found the meaning of life surging through the mental state of an artist. Why do I have to clean the rubbish of the garbage of this world is nothing but below me. It is only natural that father of iceberg (?) comes to see the melting capes. It is only normal for the grassland of Mississipi to miss the sheeps in the plain. It is only ordinary if I cannot let go and keep thinking about you day and night when my whole 23 years of this short existence and presence to this world, have I not found anything as stupendous and as miraculous as your smile.

I knew I asked perfection in this quiet imperfect world, and fool enough to think that's what I'd find.

I went on a date last time. The day si beautiful I wander why she breoke my heart so nicely done. This is a sad and poor use of language and grammar respectively. Anyway, it was a rainy day. She was reluctant to go with me on my date invitation, at the last minute, but the weight of her pity for my acceptance craving is heavy enough to twist the fabric of torque nature and affect it to the direction I deemed davorable. The appointment was set to be 6 p.m. by me, and she pushed it to 7:15 p.m. for another hour of beauty nap; it ended up to be a few minutes to 8:30 p.m. as she extended her beauty nap "by accident". I waited for roughly another hour for her compulsory shower. I was lying. It was not raining before; not raining because I read the weather channel, which told me it would not be raining at 6 p.m., where I set the appointment to be.
Short story long, I was enjoying my time as much as she enjoyed her cake half the small size, I guess. It was not an unpleasant vibe, but we spent the evening in that romantic rainy day with her mood as if she had had someone else in her heart. I was the coronavirus trying to infect her sterile love life.

She offered to treat me. I gently touched her hand and told her it was not necessary. She smiled. I did not know if it was a genuine one. I was a バカな人. I was a jabber the dabber. I was a knucklehead juggernaut.

The reason of her wanting to bring computer to my "date", her "hangout" is, to this day a mystery to my very fragile and simple-minded welfare system within this old cerebellum.

I taught her a few Windows shortcuts in her Msi laptop she was using. She had bought it for gaming last year and had not used it a lot. She was also using PowerPoint to create some presentations (dumb) of Ha Long Bay, which was interesting to me.

Yesterday all my troubles seemed so far away. Now it looks as though they're here to stay. Oh I believe in yesterday. Why she had to go I don't know she wouldn't say. I said something wrong now I long for yesterday.

This song will always be my favorite. Why? The tune, without a doubt; also the cello in the second verse. However, this part of the song lyrics had always played a good part in summarizing my life. Especially the last sentence. My lack of confidence had always never failed to convince the person I liked to be driven away from the mist of awkwardness which emanated along with the words which were formulated from inside my mouth. It was even so serious a problem to the point that blaming wrongly either the mouth or the larynx to be the culprit would jeopardize our entire relationship forever. My brain would never considered them the position they were on any higher. It might have even been the brain, but which part? Cerebellum or cortex which cause these impediments, which constructed this wall of self-shame towards unsuspecting girls-whom-I-liked.

She was not showing any sign of interest, not even after me paying for the meal. The latter should have been a great sign, if it were to proof that she was a materialistic woman I had thought she was from her own words she ever said, yet it was not. She was not showing disinterest to our dining appointment, but a third of the time was the time she was on her phone, with one of her male Vietnamese friends I knew

When I was young so much younger than today I never need anybody's help in any way. But now these days have gone I'm not so self-assured. Now I find I've changed my mind, I've opened up the door.

Help me if you can I'm feeling down, and I do appreciate you bein' 'round. Help me get my feet back on the ground. Won't you please, please help me? Now my life has changed in, oh, so many ways. My independence seemed to vanish in the haze.

I always realized that people did not like arrogance, no matter how much knowledge prowess was involved. No more words to say.

Why did the star go on singing? Why do these eyes of mine cry? Don't they know it's the end of the world. It ended when I lost your love.

Does intelligence or social skill serve as a more important attribute to invest in when one is considering living off of a human world? Intelligence could provide energy in form of potential to be accepted and used by society. Be it a company looking for leadership or a drug lord looking for dealership. Social skill, on the other hand, shaped one to be fitting in the puzzle of society. It carved the shape of you to fit in and blend with other gullible human lives who sought for acceptance, thus bringing up the idea of bringing up each other on hardships and in pain and amplifying fun activities like sex. One may be thinking out loud that friends cause reality check to occur, but intelligence is useless unless it is honed to be sharper than the sharpest scalpel. Nothing is worth anything unless one has the power to construct, destroy, mold and change it. One may argue that all the above is true, but the most important attribute is the <html> tag.

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<head>
<title> The Road to Living with Love </title>
</head>
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try just erasing the <html> tag. No meaning in life.

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