ARTICLE 3 carte 1: My Idiotacy

Just now, like just 2 hours ago, I've been scammed.



I've been scammed.






I'll let it sink in for a while:








I've been scammed...









~interlude (currently cursing... a lot...)~


I, who have an above average Intelligence Quotient (possibly genius... just a possibility, not implying), have been scammed.

Here's an elaboration through a monologue:


Me: Hey dood, have I mentioned blah blah blah blah blah....?

Friend: Not yet. I think you just blah blah blah blah blah...

*Some random guy shows up

Random Guy (RG): Hey guys! Can I talk to you for a second?

Us: uhhh... yeah, we could spare a second. What's up?

RG: We're school club volunteers who have been searching this area for some frat members who molested one of our sister sorority member. We need you guys to look at some pictures at our hangout place down at McDonalds to see if you ever saw those people.

~WHAT? SCHOOL CLUB VOLUNTEERS??? IN PARTNER OF SORORITIES? WHAT FUCKING SCHOOL LETS CLUBS BE INVOLVED WITH FRATS/SORORITIES?


Sorry for the commentary... I can't help it... Carry on...~

RG: Will you help us?

Us: uhhh... yeah, we have nothing to lose anyway...

~Or so we thought... Damn it... carry on~

*RG lets us move to somewhere semi-secluded and meets with another random guy (RG2)

RG2: Hey! I got someone else to help us in our search!

RG: OK, nice... lets go to the meet point where we should meet the other guy.

*We now go to a secluded area... the Wash aka "Wish Wash". Some guy was already there, looking like us who looked like wet, confused kittens...

RG: Now, our sorority sister, the one who will show you the pictures, is at Mc Donalds down the road. She has been attacked once already, so we are acting in protection for her. Put all the items in your pockets in your bag and we will take care of it.

~I've been suspicious at that point. Why not just go there with us so in case we do attack the fugly bitch, they could protect her. If she does exist, by the way...~

*The guys said we should go there only on at the time, for no actual cited reason. The other guy who was said to be another one like us, goes first. After some "phone calls" with the "sorority sister" (btw, the phone didn't FUCKING RANG!!! THE DAMN BASTARD JUST PUT THE PHONE IN HIS EAR AND STARTED TALKING ABOUT THE OTHER GUY BEING THERE!!)
and after about 3 mins (which the time to reach the Mc Donalds by running is 10 minutes), he comes back, gets his stuffs, and was said to sit down.

RG: Now its you guy's turn. Leave your stuff with the other guy (Decoy) and we will return your stuff after getting a calling card where you should contact us just in case you saw or will see those guys.

Me: Why do we have to go together? Can't I be left to take care of my friend's things?

RG2: (seems agitated) NO! Its against the rules!

~FUCK? WHAT ARE YOU, A REFEREE? SINCE WHEN WAS THERE RULES?~

Me: Ok! Just chill! I was only asking...


RG: (tries to assure us) What he actually meant was you guys got here together, right? Then won't it be bad it I sent only one of you guys alone? In case some shit happens, who will be there for the other, right?

Friend: ok... fine...

~now is the stupid part...~

*We left our valuables with the random guys and the decoy and went to Mc Donalds. We got there, looked stupid for a sorority girl, then realized...

Friend: Dood... do you think we have been...

Me: ...scammed...

Us: OH SHI-

*We ran back to where they were, but obviously, they are now gone.... with our stuff...



Why... WHY, GOD? WHY!!!!!!



*explanation and some insights in carte 2...

ARTICLE II: Just who am I?

Last time (roughly 20 minutes ago), I introduced you to the weird, crazy shit where I exist, which is my own world. Yeah, yeah, call me a retard, but please also realize that you are another retard because only retards can know what a real retard is.

Do I really exist? Yes. Only retards ask that question.

Am I really a nobody? Yes, because you don't really know me in person, so I am just a nobody to you.

Other questions like my biodata (real name, age, sex, etc.) and my personality will be up to you to make one up. After all, who would believe some guy posting weird stuff and being so damn brave while wearing a mask? I am, to people who really don't know me, an anonymous. So if I say something great here, most probably it would be given credit to the John Doe called Anonymous (or anon, if you feel tire saying that or if you can from a forum called 4chan).

A giant clue: here's a picture of mine...


Now, like I said, its up to you to believe whether I'm that guy or not. For you, who can't see the face behind the screen, cannot really know if this person is really me, because I'm a nobody for you.


By the way, that place is in Israel. I forgot what event happened in that place, but all I can remember is that it was so boring I preferred playing a PSP.

Now, perhaps you can guess my nationality, my age, most certainly my gender, and mysocial status. But like I said, yo can only guess.


I really like making heads hurt with all this mind fucks.

Hey! I just gave an idea on what my personality is! Maybe I'm a sadistic retard making other people think they are the retard!

Maybe...


Like I said... guess.

ARTICLE I: Welcome to my World

Ah, a blog.

An online diary where you can say shit and complaints about your personal world and let people commentate on it.


Here I am, a heterosexual, normal, kinda handsome and popular guy with seemingly no problem with his world...





....writing a blog.





~interlude~



You obviously know that being in "your own world" means you are retarded (I just elaborated for people who don't understand) and it is offending to be called having your own world.

Well, for me, it is actually not offending. Actually, I kinda enjoy people saying that because it took the fuckers so long before they realize that. And I find it really fucking funny because they surely haven't realize yet that they are on their own world.


Listen guys... We all live in our own world. We are self-obsessed bastards that don't give a fuck about others. Most probably, you'll say: "What the hell is this guy saying? We are social people! He doesn't even know us and here he is preaching like he already know us!", but that line you said right their proves your argument has already lost. A REAL unselfish person will ask "I wonder what happened to this guy and why he has this problem..." or "I think this guy needs our help". Thanks for the offer, but I don't need it. Well, as if anyone will ask those questions to someone who is acting so high and mighty.

No, I'm not being a total ass and acting like a god, but merely saying the truth. We are trapped in our own world, with only us to control it. If you don't get what I am saying, then you are a slave to the circumstances.

We don't realize we have total control of our own world because we bind ourselves to norms. We fear that if others don't do it, then we will just look like assholes and be humiliated.

If your line of thinking is really like that (most probably, it is), then you need a change of lifestyle.

Go ahead... Get yourself wet in the rain even while wearing expensive and fashionable clothes and have a good laugh. Kiss your lover in public. What if people look at you? You both have possession of each other, so what do they care? Do something stupid and tell it to a girl who looks too beautiful for you. We don't know... perhaps that person is afraid to express herself and needs someone to help her get a hang of life. Plus, you scored a hot chick.





My last words for the readers: OWN YOUR OWN WORLD.