Love me.

In one of the MX Newspaper (the one handed out for free at the rail stations) Andrea Hamblin drew my full attention on issue of dating, saying: “it is like wrapping paper, is obviously an absolute waste of our time”. Yes, a “blow-up doll” has low chances to be your fiancee, especially when she shows you her face with no make-up on very next morning. There is one type of man though she might fit to. It is a plastic Ken.

This is that sort of article which you usually enjoy on train and then you throw it to the bin. It is aggressive and out any logic but its form is capable to stir up your mind.
It is always working on me negatively if someone put too much brain into soul things, too much of rationalism over empathy. One more thing happened on that day what kept on keeping me off the balance. I’ve listened to the lecture on population growth: Humans are bad. Pregnancy is bad. Contraception is good. No-people is good. Jesus! Let someone crucify me.