For days now i've been obssessing on the attributes of constipation alongside those of pretension. I am, for the record, utterly serious. Honestly, nothing ruins a day in quite the same way as constipation does, you literally feel as if a cork has been plugged into you. Gross, but if i'm going to be using analogies, I at least ought to make them picturesque (or graphic... hehehe). You can't help but constantly be looking down your back, or go to extreme positions just to have flatulence come to your aid. Annoying though, and as much of a discomfort, as it may be, you can pop the cork via the use of laxatives, so you see, not all is loss, or, all is loss depending on how you wish to see things.

Nothing though can ruin a person more than being deceived by pretensions. Being taken in by pretensions is tantamount to becoming nothing more than a pawn in someone's gameplay, you may be the one who shall be controlling your actions, but the outcome is no longer yours to determine. Pretensions, once unraveled, will shatter your trust if it doesn't shatter you first, at the very least, you will lose faith. Trust me.

You see, anger has its uses, it certainly adds spice to what can be a monotonous day, a monotonous life even, and sometimes when i'm feeling really awful, nothing cleanses me more than an unrestrained roar of rage at one who deserves it. Even constipation can be a unique sensation if you're into things like that, but as far as pretension goes, the world would be better off flushing it down the toilet. The most dangerous thing about pretension is that it strips us of all our carefully built defenses. First it softens you, than the next thing you know, you are unraveled, gone. I would much rather have a hundred megabolts worth of anger channeled fortrightly in my direction, I can take it as well as I dish it out, then wake up one day to the realization that I have been deceived. What might happen then is better left unrevealed.

I will be the first to admit that I am ruthless, the proverbial lonewolf in sheep's wool, yes I have my scruples, however they apply only as far as those I love, and I abide by them by my rules. Ironic combination indeed, this mixture of shrewdness and an unbreakable code of honor, yet in my own way I have reconciled both. Wolf in sheep's clothing I might be, yet I do not attempt to blind the world to what I am. It's just what I happen to be. I know deep down that i'm the predator, the hunter, the way I walk, even the way I look at people is indicative enough of my true nature, it's just that sometimes, no, often, people prefer to see what they would like to see, anything otherwise would be highly disconcerting for most. Pretensions again, the lies people would tell themselves because they think the truth would be uncomfortable, constipating.

The truth, while not always beautiful would be infinitely preferable to living a lie even unto yourself, which is why I prefer being a predator, it is certainly more desirable than the alternative. No need to fear for the lives of your children though, I may be a bit of a witch at times but that who i'm hunting is none other than myself. Aside from pretenses, another thing I see which the world would be much better without is foolishness, and I can't think of anything more akin to being a fool then having others know you more than you know yourself. I won't be anybody's fool, least of all my own.