Of doing good and f*cking up

Major disclaimer:
You know when sometimes someone wants to talk to you and they try to tell you things in such a way that you would never be able to figure out what they're talking about, cause they don't intend it for your understanding? Like when they try to describe things which they don't want you to fully understand so whatever they say becomes so damn abstract you swear that it would give even Einstein a hard time, but in the end they finish by thanking you and you're left with the feeling of wanting to strangle them for choosing you to talk to?

I'm gonna do that to you today.

Compared to Einstein, I'm more stupid. I admit that.

You have no need to make sense of what I'm about to write because what I write today is not for your understanding but for your reading enjoyment. But if you insist in knowing the true issue, you can email me for further questions. I have to say I can only entertain a certain number of enquiries, so you'd have to ask yourself these questions before you contact me:

1) Are you a girl?

2) Are you hot?

3) Do you think I'm hot?

4) Is there a tiniest weeniest bit of a chance that further contact with you would result in us making out?

If the answer is 'NO' to ANY of the questions above, contacting me further would be out of the question.

This doesn't count as a girl, or hot for that matter. Pls, no arguments here, ok.

End of Disclaimer.

Assuming you understand what the hell I was saying in the disclaimer, I'd like to thank you for still reading.

Here goes:

F*cking up is essential, given the right thereafter contemplation in making things good for the future. The right kind of f*ck up make you stare at yourself and realise being a f*ck up and admitting it can mean doing good in the future. Sometimes you have to be sorry for your f*ck ups, and do good in f*cking yourself so you realise you still have a chance to do good to the right person. No f*ck up is caused by one single person. That's the beauty of it. And by the time you realise this fact, you're already so confused that if someone hand you 'the most f*ck up person of the world' award, you'd gladly take it. I guess the trick is stop blaming yourself or anyone else cause you know what happened, and you didn't or are too stupid to do something about it earlier.



That's all I've got for you today.

Oh ya, thanks. Can't live without thanking you.