jimmi;

Howdy friends and foes, jimwise back to enlighten you with another rant.
The first topic for today, shit box, riced up, P-plater cars. You have all seen them. They prowl the streets with the base turned up so high that the crappy plastic body kits they have glued on with UHU start to come off. They have custom pastel coloured paint jobs which make them better targets for my verbal abuse haha. Now this isn't a rant against the cars themselves, those poor things have no control over the aesthetic alterations that comes as a result of their owners so called creativeness. It is more on the social construct of the owner of such a vehicle. As soon as they drive that shit box they call a car there is new persona about them. They have the confidence of a lion and the mannerism of a goat. What intrigues me is how they expect to pick up women in aforementioned cars. Not only does it look like a moving STD, but while these young juvenile p-platers have enough confidence or lets say delusion that they will pick up, they are usually carrying a full car. Thus even if they manage to seduce the most idiotic and simplest of women with the cars apparent tackiness, how they hell are they going to take her with them when the back seat is filled with other horny morons. THEIR LOGIC IS FLAWED! I also play a game when im in the city, when im walking up george street i count the number of P-plater cars that actually have a female inside them, the number never really rises above two...

Anyways that out of the way, time to get semi serious. Epiphany of the day...deception. Now we all hate getting deceived by. Like when your friends tell you that you look fine in a particular outfit however they were really just lying so they could laugh at you when you wore it in public, haha crazy past stories aside, deception is still a part of life. Advertising, marriage, religion, cults they are all forms of deception, all varying in its malicious nature and intention. How ever the biggest form is self deception. We all believe that our actions and by extension our lives are justified and right. However there is always two sides to the story, so i think we need to think real hard about the decisions we made and try to walk in others shoes to really justify and validate ourselves. Maybe you were being selfish, maybe you were being a dick, but in the end it comes down to you having a clean conscience, and knowing that you are truly happy with yourself.




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jimmi;

Howdy friends and foes, jimwise back to enlighten you with another rant.
The first topic for today, shit box, riced up, P-plater cars. You have all seen them. They prowl the streets with the base turned up so high that the crappy plastic body kits they have glued on with UHU start to come off. They have custom pastel coloured paint jobs which make them better targets for my verbal abuse haha. Now this isn't a rant against the cars themselves, those poor things have no control over the aesthetic alterations that comes as a result of their owners so called creativeness. It is more on the social construct of the owner of such a vehicle. As soon as they drive that shit box they call a car there is new persona about them. They have the confidence of a lion and the mannerism of a goat. What intrigues me is how they expect to pick up women in aforementioned cars. Not only does it look like a moving STD, but while these young juvenile p-platers have enough confidence or lets say delusion that they will pick up, they are usually carrying a full car. Thus even if they manage to seduce the most idiotic and simplest of women with the cars apparent tackiness, how they hell are they going to take her with them when the back seat is filled with other horny morons. THEIR LOGIC IS FLAWED! I also play a game when im in the city, when im walking up george street i count the number of P-plater cars that actually have a female inside them, the number never really rises above two...

Anyways that out of the way, time to get semi serious. Epiphany of the day...deception. Now we all hate getting deceived by. Like when your friends tell you that you look fine in a particular outfit however they were really just lying so they could laugh at you when you wore it in public, haha crazy past stories aside, deception is still a part of life. Advertising, marriage, religion, cults they are all forms of deception, all varying in its malicious nature and intention. How ever the biggest form is self deception. We all believe that our actions and by extension our lives are justified and right. However there is always two sides to the story, so i think we need to think real hard about the decisions we made and try to walk in others shoes to really justify and validate ourselves. Maybe you were being selfish, maybe you were being a dick, but in the end it comes down to you having a clean conscience, and knowing that you are truly happy with yourself.