Sacrifices

There is this man, a man in my life, that dwells in the back of my mind.

Most of my life, I kind of live to exist for him. You know, that is my definition of a real existence. When you live for somebody else. When I have children, I will live for them, raise them, feed them, educate them of the little knowledge that remains in the world. And make sure that it's the correct knowledge that they will know about.

I don't want kids with the IQ of 22, coming straight out of the movie Idiocracy, with Frito as their dad. It would be a fun time indeed, but there's no substance. No knowledge. And without knowledge, how on earth will people come to respect my kids if they don't have a single ounce of information stored in their giant brains?

I think that to be completely satisfied in life, you can't be completely selfish and you've got to make sacrifices.

Shit, you don't even want me to list out all the shit I've sacrificed because 1. You'd get tirelessly bored of it. 2. You'd think this entry was a complaint of all the shit that I've given up. 3. There's no point. 4. This list was a waste of time but oh well. I may be called selfish but there are some things people are not aware of, that I have sacrificed. For the sake of their well-being of course. Because to be completely honest with you, that's all I care about. Other than cats, of course.

I think it's alright to make sacrifices, as long as they're not bloody and gorey, and totally unnecessary, if you really, honestly do give a fuck about somebody! Make a sacrifice for them if they truly need it! It will help in the long run, and strengthen your relationship and tighten that bond.

You don't want those bonds to break do you? Loneliness is a deadly drug after all.

Now give a fuck about someone and sacrifice shit! Otherwise you're just a selfish turdduckin who can't think of anybody else's interests other than your own. Which is extremely, extremely selfish. Probably the most selfish that I can even dare imagine.