Book: Teach me to die. Page 2

The more a person fears, the more power, get over it people.

Always. Its life seems boring ad nauseam. Of all the entertainment - pachinko, TV, booze. For the thrill - adventure or horror films. Of all problems - how to make money and how to spend it. But you should accidentally get into a story, and what used to be called melancholy, seems so sweet and desirable.

Disrespect for life is still tolerable. But, when someone despises your death, it becomes a damn shame.

Time she do not care, then I have nothing to take this seriously. We're both cold and indifferent. Like a dead penguin.

Night I'm different from the day I was exactly the same as the day and night.

Imperceptibly I was completely alone in this life. Came to see me briefly, about the confused silence, and then gone forever.

To disappear completely disgusting. Something like semen dried on the sheet.

When you are not afraid to live as you want, you can do little to upset or scare you. The only thing that matters is freedom. Freedom to be yourself.

Not eager to listen to the statements from the category of "I love you" from others. Not love, not let them into your life. Very simple. It turns out not immediately, of course. The main thing is to understand that you really don't like. Oddly enough, not all are successful.

Don't like the phone. Don't like computers and Tamagotchi. Don't like food from the microwave. And the rice from a rice cooker. Sex with a condom is not love. It is better to masturbate.

There are people who are accustomed to humans. There are those who are accustomed to the lifestyle. In General, there are hundreds of things which can be used. I get attached to houses. I find it easier to part with a man than, for example, with the apartment. Probably because I'm selfish.

Someone swims across the current. It is not in courage. The matter of fatigue. Real tired, has created more heroes than courage. I'm not a hero. And don't want to be an apostate. Just too tired to be like everyone else. It is hard work. Many people do not notice this. Many kills the desire to be like everyone else. Understand it's scary. Not understand is stupid. Trap.

Every night I come home. TV, book, beer, sushi. Sometimes I go to the bar. The next morning all repeats. Day gives way to day, season to season, year to year.
Most people are sincerely happy about this state of Affairs. For them, this vicious circle is not a trap. Following the natural course of events, the eternal cycle of life. They did not protest. They just go crazy.

Unusual, even desirable, very often causes us to shut oyster sash ... We have been turned into clams. We can be open, only while around all is calm and familiar. Any deviation from the rules is perceived as a threat to their very existence.