What do you believe?

Over the years I have been told things from I'm a godless heathen to I am an incarnation of Satan himself and constantly asked the same question. Why are you such a pig headed atheist? I feel I can now comfortably answer this question honestly. Put very simply I am not an atheist, I am what I would personally have thought to be a dubious humanist. Although it is true I think the human race consists mainly of the moronic and ignorant, where 99% of the population will purge, lie, cheat and steal just to feel comfortable in their own skin, The 1% that remains in hiding have the potential to do beautiful things and be beautiful people.

We are not all blessed to be graced with a moments presence of these 1% but sometimes, just sometimes some of us are, to this I shall return and please allow my digression but as humankind we find ourselves, or purposely surround ourselves with complete idiots, people following make believe men in the sky whose every noted word finds a way to make itself seem more ludicrous as time gently flows on. Ask yourself this question seriously, what do you believe? is your whole life predetermined? whom should I lay my faith?

Did you ask? I recently asked myself this question and I found the answer quite simple. I can not comprehend the idea of an omnipresent deity or an ever present evil that causes men to do terrible things by manipulative impression alone but I can still believe in something real.

The truth being, recently my medication that keeps my sorrowful 27 year old ass alive has a very not nice effect, to put it truthfully its puts you into a state of zombie like idiocy. It takes your emotions and destroys them and then came the point when I though fuck it, it's time to go now! I seriously thought maybe suicide was the answer, Let me tell you for a narcissist this is no easy feat. But just as I had dragged my skinny backside out of my office I realised something, It was not a moment of pure clarity or divine intervention, it was the light of my faithful sidekick, my mobile telephone. I picked up the telephone and noticed a small envelope symbol to the top left, at which point I thought nothing but a text message. It was but it was not at the same time. It was a moment of belief, this text was from 11387.16 Miles SE it just read the following:-

it was so amazing but probably the most scared i've ever been!
The guide just forced us to do so much stuff that I swear wasn't
safe/legal lol. Love you too Xx

This may not mean anything to anyone, but to somebody like me it answered my ultimate question. I do not believe in gods, devils, demi gods, the boogie monster, ghosts, poltergiests, the incubus, the sucubus, jesus christ or mohammed but one thing is for damn sure I believe in the person who sent that text. You will all have that person eventually. It is the one person that answers your questions without you asking and who saves your life without knowing. So for once a positive message (don't get used to it!) Don't look for answers in the bible or in the sky, look straight ahead of you as you possibly already have the answer and you didn't even know it!

Welcome to Pills Street!

Welcome to 381 Pill Street, Please allow me to start by saying this blog is only to satisfy my own ego in ranting rage due to a minor spell of medically induced depression via the use of prescription medication also not helped by the absence of my girlfriend, whom I am separated from for the next six months due to her seeing the world, In a non hippie way may I add, well at least she hasn't broken the news to me yet that she is "Finding Herself".

Allow me to introduce myself. Hi, I am me! I am a narcissistic, neurotic, 27 year old who has no internal monologue to speak of, my empathy levels are non existent and oh yes I am seriously ill. My illness is through years of self abuse and general ignorance to any medical advice ever given, so no pity is needed, I am fucked and I accept this fact.

I have no qualm in the fact that this blog will go unread but as I am under the strictest orders to beware my tongue and say nothing inappropriate out loud, I thought to myself I would jump on the first moron boat out of lifetown and journey to blogger land.

My first real post, which believe it or not is this one! is just generally about the boring, tedious crap that annoys me day by day in life. Whether it be the people I know or just general thoughts that pop into my head.

Ok, here we go. I believe in life that everybody we meet makes an impression on us. I have started to hate this fact. Over the last twelve months I have met quite a few people through work, just to add I am a chef by the way so obviously waiting staff come and go. Through all the people I have met not only in the last twelve months but may I add in my life, I have only ever found one person who can put up with me and who I sincerely adore with all of the little beating doldrum that beats in my chest. More or less everybody else is a moron! I am sorry human race but you generally are! One person for example I will call her rake eyes, recently asked this series of questions.

• What is the time difference between england and wales?
• Did Einstein invent the newton or geography?
• What's a county?
• Are those people who walk around with no clothes on called nakedists or naturalists?

Diagnosis for Rake Eyes... Moron. But whilst I am on the subject of absolute morons may I introduce a hindrance to the entire human race, her name is Cabbage, Cabbage is nothing but an oxygen thief. She wants to be a writer, like a serious writer but has the dialect of a down syndrome with no tongue. She walks like a leprosy sufferer with a loose leg in a strong wind, she lacks the use of vowels during conversation, so talking to her is like conversing with drunk, heroin addicted Glaswegian with a cleft pallet. Her very presence is enough to make any human being seriously consider suicide! I would much rather have my forskin removed, have a Yarmulke super glued to my head and be locked in a bakery with a very tired Hitler than spend a day with her!

Whilst on the subject of Hitler, whilst he wasn't the nicest of chaps, he probably was not as bad as he has been portrayed to be. Here are 5 reasons Hitler could of been a bit nicer than the slanderous press said he was...

1. He had a comb over, can you honestly tell me that comb overs don't make you smile? I bet at some point when you had enough hair, you have combed it to one side and pretended to by the Fuhrer! If you sport a comb over nowadays most people will think of Hitler. Now call me nuts but that's a more influential style than Gok could ever come up with.
2. Apparently the funniest answer to a cross word cryptic clue ever. clue was:- Jewish Baker 5,6
3. In some parts of the world he is worshipped as a second coming of Christ due to the persecution of the Jews.
4. He could really pull a crowd and his public speaking was second to none. Nowadays he would double the viewing figures for Germany Ast Du Talent.
5. He modelled himself on Charlie Chaplin, I mean come on ladies, what woman doesn't want a man with a sense of humour?

Whilst I am making lists my next list consists of the top 10 things that annoy me.

1.  Jesus.
2. Down Syndromes
3. Cliff Richard
4. James Blunt
5. New age spoof films
6. Cabbages
7. Australians
8. Steve Jobs
9. Fiat Punto's
10. The fact they write do not touch in braille

I understand the fact that anybody that is reading this may think I am bitter! I am allowed to be bitter, it's human nature but I am just voicing my opinion and if you don't like it then stop reading, go to church and talk to somebody that gives a shit.

Well for my first post I believe that is enough for you all to take in! I would like to say it has been a pleasure but my fingers hurt from angry typing so until next time, good bye and may your days be filled with misery