This Is a Low

I'm grinding the out-group and staging a coup against their versatility. My wonderful (overbloated) ego thought that everything will go as planned. Pursue the top-notch military generals, encourage the overly ambitious politicians with scents of powerful posts, and push social movement amongst the student with revolutionary rhetoric from a respected figure (who is under your paycheck of course). Textbook-speaking the formula will assist goals with precision and speed, unfortunately I miss the last lecture on the practical weaknesses of the theory. The main assumption of universality has been rejected again, it's time to put cultural diversity into account now.

People have bad tendency to assume the unknown. They interject those speculations inside their cognition make heuristic problem-solving manuals then blurt it using the most complex communication medium, language (read: words). I forgive them, because what does'nt kill you makes you stronger. But I'm not resting my weapon down yet. Infilltrating your weakest arms warehouse I will. And I'll point your own gun straight towards your big head. Trust me, vengence is one of my stronger traits. Although, a close friend asked me to choose a much more viable option: say goodnight and go with a full smile on my face. Yes, keep them guessing and they'll breathe in thin air. Don't give them slight discomfort nor rage frequency because responding in extreems only sow more seeds to the rumour mill.

I love this city. It's totally like the ultimate functional marriage. You don't know when you would come home fired from work to be greeted with warmth and love from your family or you would come home after a great promotion only to find your teenage daugther got pregnant after drinking ruffies . The big village, where traditional Eastern upbringing contradicts recent Western internalization. Let's play along this never ending game. Peace.