I help my close friends but often forget about helping myself.
I cant get along with anyone who is a conformist, religous, overly concerned about money and "things"
I don't like the women who want a man to define herself, the woman who can't understand what real pain is but considers losing her cellphone a great disaster. I rather have the possessed, the manic, the vile, the repressed and depressed, missing teeth, once broken yet have a profound strength made by loss and a marred heart only rendered stronger. Give me the drunken cursing bitches with loose stockings and sloppy mascara faces.
I see the world simply as continuous events of cause and effect which signify nothing. There is no hell or heaven but those who judge may create one. I think people are over-taught. Too insecure, too dependant, too frightened to fight and step back with blood on their hands.
I believe we are all a work in progress and eventually we will understand where, who and what we are supposed to be.