Then I suppose all the pending tasks at hand today they don't matter no more.

Nor you would care to please people that you've always despised. I am assuming that by acknowledging the accuracy of a future prediction, it would have shifted our old way of thinking.

But the paradox is that, a lot claimed that such a shift would actually divert the works of destiny. In other words, our conscious power can change the predestined physical rules.

Isn't it a bitch already? In terms of logical reasoning, such a claim cannot be testified ever.

Yet there's another bitch in our life that we constantly feign an image. We care then we pretend that we don't care about something. People look at your resume which is polished up in the first place to impress, even though we all know exactly clear that this is just another social desirability deception. We don't care. Go ahead and feign it as good as you can - and you better resemble some precedence - for it helps. You caught me off guard when it goes unprecedented.

So there it goes a packaged-self. Stripping out your individuality piece by piece, for no one cares. If you stand out, people would just go "why aren't he like that?" Conformity so it's called. Norm is what we ought to conform to. At least the sociologists and psychologists would agree that we are scattered little dots that consitute to the "norm". Beautiful conception, but ugly preconception I have to say.

Isn't it a bitch when we have to look at ourselves sliced down one way or other? We have never been smaller than that. Can't you just perceive yourself as a perfect whole?

I wonder how many of us like the image they see when they look into the mirror. The stripped self. The reason why nudity is called "obscene" is that we are just way to ashamed of the joy of looking at our bodies, and the joy of appreciating others. We are far more afraid of letting people know that we experience joy out of it. It sounds totally weird, just.

Yet, this is just another bitch.