Truth Hurts

   We all dream about something every now and then. Some of us try to make those dreams come true, some uf don't. Vast majority fails. Lucky few succeed. I'm gonna talk about dreams, and why we couldn't have been successful.

   My example's gonna be about human affairs, because you all fucking love emotions and love and some shit. Imagine a great wedding with beloved ones all around. You're gonna get married in the evening. Your bitch is all excited, makin' her childhood dream come true. She planned the whole wedding and wants it to be perfect. All you gotta do is get up there and say "I do." To set your mind at ease, you drink a few beer and brace yourself to marrying a woman you hate. And then comes the evening. You're about to get married but something pops into your mind. You realize that you don't wanna fuck her once a week, you don't even wanna cum on her ugly fucking face. And then the girl that never comes pops into your mind. She's such a sweetheart and such a beauty that you could even wait 3 months before coming on her pretty face, just by courtesy. You love her that fucking much! You decide to get the fuck outta there, find her and convince her to marry you. When you open the door to get the fuck out, reality fucks you up a little. You remember that she's never loved you no matter what you do. You can't make a heart love somebody. You have to go up there and marry that fucking ugly bitch. If you do, you'll hate your life and your fucking home, you'll raise fucked up kids just because you're marrying a woman you hate. You're nearly 40 and you're a fuckin' gentleman, it's too late for you to find someone better and you can't upset an innocent woman just because you don't wanna fuck her. And probably the woman of your dreams is getting titfucked right about now by her fucking rich husband. You know she deserves the best in the world, and you're just an average guy. Well, have fun with the rest of your life, you worthless piece of shit. And welcome aboard!

   Dreams are just like that, most probably you'll settle for a shitty job that fulls your belly instead of becoming the great man you've always wanted to be. I'm thinking that you've understood my point. It was a great example for you emotional fucks, was it not?

   Let's end it with a good song. Ladies and gentleman, Eddie Vedder's Out of Sand.