I’m pretty good at bitching and whining.
I have been thinking of writing a homage to Nietzsche’s ‘Why I am so wise’.
‘Why I am so annoyed’ will tell the tail of how social interaction has accounted for pretty much every annoyance in my existence.
You will feature largely. I’m not going to publish it. I’m going to finish it, Read it and throw it away because somethings are sacred.
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The other day I came up with an idea to help get kids smoking.
Tamagotchi Cigarettes. You have to smoke them 5 times a day. As they grow bigger you have to smoke more else they will die.
It could be a cigarette holder with a face or something.
It’s an evil idea.
I don’t understand the invention of a Tamagotchi. If you spark up the smallest amount of imagination in your child you can convince them anything is living. For example, if you say your house is alive and it needs to be kept clean or it will get sick, they might just keep it clean.
^That’s free child labour!
I say this because my nan told me if I cleaned my shoes they’d be happy and I polished them a couple times a week for about 4 years. Even when I new it was a lie I had gotten into a habit that stuck.
Is it wrong to use peoples imagination against them?
No.
No is the answer because there is no such thing as right and wrong. Do what you want. If it’s illegal, don’t get caught.
Does that advocate murder?
Yes, but only clever murder. Bludgeoning, stabbing, shooting and poisoning are all pretty boring.
This sideways trundle of shit thought was brought to you by boredom.
