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Man must surely be man's worst enemy. It's not normal for us to be so polarized is it? OF COURSE IT IS. We are pack animals, I suppose it makes sense, old tribes from the days before what we call "civility" most definitely were this polarized. Along came the internet, and we were somehow more and less united than we have ever been. So many ways the world is supposed to be. There are needles in my mouth. There is spit in my eye.

Oh yeah, I was spit on for being gay. The whole story was this kid, two years younger than me was bothering me, calling me gay, asking me if I was, then asking me to lick him, and suck him off. Things all the cool kids are doing now a days. He was calling me gay, and asking me to "lick his penis" I can't make this shit up. Who even says it like that "Lick penis" he should go choke on one. Hell he probably secretly likes it. However, I digress. He was hitting me with this reflex band, it didn't hurt of course, but he it was most definitely bothering me. I was dressed as Jesus and taking pictures with my other friends, as this was Halloween and my school had a costume contest. When all of a sudden, this group of boys start harassing us, filming me, walking along side me, hell the guy even tried panting me. They were about to throw a rock, or possibly rocks, at me until I made the joke "Let he who is without sin cast the first stone" There are no depths too low, that these people won't stoop down to, just to what? To harass little old me? A tiny little gay, such as I? I started walking home, as why wouldn't I? I have no interest in staying, and being harassed. So i kept walking, and he caught up to us, did a stupid little run back, he was so disproportionately out of breath to the distance he was running. He ran maybe 20-30 yards and was out of breath when he came close to us. There was a lot of back and forth, my friend, this giant guy who does Taekwando, one of my best friends since forever, stepped in and restrained him. Just pushed him back, or held him back so that he wouldn't charge at me. I thank him, oh I am oh so grateful for what he has done for me over the years. I'm quite tiny, and skinny, which makes me a bully's wet dream. So a guy, about my height (although maybe a little shorter), two years younger than me, 20 lbs heavier, wanted to fight me. Why? Who knows? He's been calling me a homosexual, he's been taunting me, and when I ask why. He says it's cuz I'm gay. I ask if it's because of some religion, he just says, It's because you're gay. I'm going crazy, these scenarios in my head, god, I usually have a knife on me. Didn't today thank god. I wonder what would have happened if I was carrying the knife I use for crafts today. What monstrosity would I commit? Would I commit any at all?

Like a cool ass mf

Its the eleventh of October, on a Saturday. We drove over to IKEA to buy furniture as my room is currently being remodeled. New floors, painted walls a dark reddish brown, and brand new furniture (Soon to be acquired from IKEA). I being myself, begged for the IKEA plsuhies, being partial to the IKEA rat (The one below)

This one. Or the IKEA shark

(Im not trans I just like the shark. But to clarify there's nothing wrong with being it. Uhmm.. Peace and love guys, but not if you designed the specific IKEA store I was at)

Now then.. Unto the main reason I'm making a post as I, Mr Odd, usually only use Tumblr for the leisure of cat memes and the like.

I was using the lavatory, as they say when wanting to seem overly pretentious, such as I, Mr Odd always strive to do, when I saw this..

WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS SHIT, I AINT TRYNA TAKE A SHIT WITH ANOTHER PERSON I DONT FUCK WITH THAT SHIT

The only reasonable explanation Ive encountered is, maybe one is for children and the other is for a parent .

which is still

BATSHIT CRAZY, WHO THE FUCK WANTS TO USE THE BATHROOM WITH THEIR CHILD?

Like whaaaaat? Im going to cry... Cuz either the person who made that shit is freaky as helllll, or shes like... Just the worst architect ever... Meh, then again, Swedes are kinda dumb. (Bad joke encounter incoming)

I met a Swede and he was all like "Var är kassan?" and I was like "Hva faen skal du gjøre med en kasse?" and he looked at me like I WAS STUPID AND SAID "För att betala"

What has the state of The United States Of America come to, that something so precious, so grave in its grandeur as the third amendment has not been repealed yet? One waits and waits, time passes by quickly, one could wait all day, and its enough to drive a boy such as I mad. MAD I SAY. These ruffians say there isnt any reason to reppeal it, which is utter nonsensical poppycock, when you start truly thinking about it.

Must I, a humble patriot of sentiment and wit, endure this intolerable constancy. This ghastly predicament, Must I? MUST I TRULY? A world where one wouldnt let, cold, burly. swole, soldiers into their home, their dwelling, their very own domicile, a place where soldiers can find rest and sanctuary in these cold nights. A world where, one wouldnt let a measly private into your own living room?

No.. I won't allow it, ill be loud, ill be proactive, ILL LET THE WHOLE WORLD HERE ME SCREAM

I believe in a world, where we can all call, burly soldiers, big muscular soldiers with just a tad chest hair, unto our property, unto our home. I am proud to say I would let a clean, routine oriented man, with steady and strong hands, a true server of the proud nation, into my own home. Even into my own bed for warmth, for snuggles. Who wouldnt?

WAKE UP AMERICA. EVERYONE WOULD

In these cold nights. You should be ashamed if you dont support snuggling with soldiers.

An Italian restaurant in a nowhere town

The gentle piano in the background, reverberating throughout the entire restaurant. Calm yelling from the kitchen, as though the norm, that way you know the service and the food is exquisite. Serene simmering from the frying pans. Slightly dirty kitchenware that boosts your immune system after making you violently sick. God, I love Italian quisine. Not the fancy type with the pale, ivory white napkins made of cloth folded in some fanciful way. Oh, the ostenacious way to fold napkins ruins the true authentic Italian dining experience.

A dirty floor laden with a thin layer of dust, a childs portion of a variety of goods, and glass shards workers forgot to sweep up after a plate had fallen on the ground. Food worthy for gods, if they ignore the hipsters who for some inexplicable reason know the staff well enough to ask about their life. This Italian restaurant contained in a tiny building that blends seamlessly with the rest of the slice of life type town that is the perfect escape for the surrealism in everyday life. A place everyone knows your name, and every neighbor is like family.

An Italian place right across the street to a dingy old secondhand shop that sold antique porcelain dolls. One missing a bit of its face. A thin crack creeping down its face. Oh, how I adore Italin cuisine. When it was time to leave I came to the realization that what I had eaten wasn't Italian at all. I ate fajitas, this was a fusion restaurant.

Oh how I love quisine.