The society as a Destructive organism.

Society is like this little unnoticeable creature lurking in the shadows.
We deem society as a Vindictive, foul tongued beast, one that only wants to pull you down, looking down on novel ideas, shunning anything "unconventional".
But that's only when WE want to feed our egos and comfort ourselves for taking the road not taken, maybe we are wrong, maybe not.
Then when times change, we slowly slither back into its nether reaches, let it envelope us in a sweet impervious cocoon.
Resort to our old habits, being judgemental, heartless, unsympathetic, selfish, self centred beings. Im no saint or exception to this. We are the ones that make the demons of this world.
Every little headline which is a tad more on the negative end we read, come across,
We are the ones that made it happen in the first place.
That kid you called a creep and ignored, totally rejected socially. His demons, we fed them.
That desperate soul you turned away, has now lost all hope on humanity.
That person you mocked for their body image, probably cant help it because of a medical condition, now their views on out society is tainted.

The list of these scenarios are endless.
Started it out on a negative note, ill end it positively.
Maybe Choose your actions and words carefully, the next time you run into a situation that could go south, and that outcome is evident, evade it, show society that we are truly better than what it wants us to be. 

Beginners Guide to getting a tattoo. ( from a beginner to fellow ink aspirants)

Back to starting with apologies for a delayed post. Not gonna make any promises about posting more frequently because I know I wont keep them, procrastination problems 101.

The Subject at Hand:

After months of research, Brooding, Plagiarising, Editing, Making art, demanding suggestions, I went with an impulse decision and FINALLY got inked.

The tattoo itself is a Greek epigram from Martial. Link- Martial Epigrams

Inspired from the famous anime and manga Tokyo ghoul's Character Uta.

Meanings apart, ( Will explain in another post) 

How Mentally prepared was I ?

Wasn't sure myself, but I was scared af, but the determination outweighed the fear.
Surely a bit of reading and google will have you cringing because most people say it is PAINFUL. Honestly, my tat was surprisingly pleasant, As i sat down and saw my artist pull out a new needle, set up the gun and get ready, I had chills down my spine (could also be the icy leather against my bare back, one cant tell.)

But as he started off, it was somewhat a sensation lingering between playful tickling (yes! the foreplay kind, pervs!) and mosquito pricks, not as excruciatingly painful as most people describe it. And this was mostly because they aligned the stencil below my collar bone and tried to keep it more over the flesh and less bone contact, good move by the other artist who suggested to realign it.

Then comes the bone.

This is where things get a bit stingy and more ticklish, if you've ever been to the dentist and have them work their magical buzz saw like tool on you, this is the exact same sensation, just less cringe because no direct contact with the bones. 

Then again, end of the day it all comes down to your level of pain tolerance, if you are a squealer, I suggest going for a really small tattoo, to get yourself mentally ready before the huge leap. (Don't get hasty! Not everyone can be me :P Think of it like that exquisite delicacy that cant be rushed into perfection, or that person you feel is way out of your league but you've somehow managed to woo them in, you don't want to burn that dinner or burn a scaring memory of you into their brain too early! Take it easy unless, You really are gonna die tomorrow.)

Here is a little image of my ink right after they finished it.

After care is easy, just read up a bit, listen to the artist, do as they suggest. If you find any reactions consult the artist once, extreme cases, dermatologists, if something isn't healing right the artist will know and can guide you better.

DO NOT GO BY ANYTHING ANYONE ELSE SUGGESTS, not even that hot chick/dude in the block with a gazillion tattoos.

Normal healing process will be scabbing, which leads to flaking off and then the post flake healing of your skin. Think of that wound from your first bicycle crash. Its the same thing, just a cooler version, leaving a sexy scar behind.

Please don't itch, go placebo on your self if you do need to very badly, but for the love of your new born ink. DO NOT SCRATCH IT. 

Ink once damaged cant be rescued even by the best artist.

Daimonds may not be forever. But a bad tattoo Sure as hell is.

 Stamped Tramp much?

Definitely don't compromise on the budget, save up, get it from a less sketchy place if you do love your skin and want it to last as long as your scrawny ass dose walk this earth.

Heres another picture after 3 ish weeks.

  

fully healed at 5 weeks, plus a constipated face.(ignore that)

Its been 5 and a half weeks now and I've noticed tiny pimple like rashes around the tat, not on it, read up on it a bit, says its normal, and its fine as long as it doesn't start itching or get inflamed

Will update this once those rashes clear out.

Until then mates, stay smart, get inked, and get your spellings right "no Ragrets"

Sorry, but I just had to.

Like you'd stop feeling the same way about the guy you loved just because he burst at you the day he heard his 16 year old pet was dying, nd wanted to talk to you in person because you are the sole being in the whole entire universe whom he can be happy with, and talk about his deepest darkest fears without being judged.
He talks really rudely. Tells u shit like he's only there because he's the convenient option to hang with do if you bunk college,  more hurt full  shit like that.
Yeah maybe he said all that because he wanted you to realise how badly he was hurting. Maybe it wasn't about not trusting you. Maybe it was just all bout him. The parts that you've not been paying attention to.
Maybe on the inside he's just a little fucking kid,  no More mature than a pup,  just begging for attention. Maybe. Just maybe. He's doing all this because he misses how things used to be.
And maybe for once give him the benefit of the doubt that he can feel too and his dogs death isn't something super light that he'd jus be able to handle without you by his side.

And not decide to make it all about you instead. Blindside his feelings. Call him a lier. Tell him he doesn't know how to trust. And be all defensive about all the fun you want to have with your new friend.
Yeah hes Got friends too. Ones who he'd go on trips with. But not one minute goes by without him missing you by his side. He's gonna naturally be jealous of some random dude mooching off of all of your precious potential memories with her.
Okay! yes!  I do get that a Girls gotta have fun too.
She needs her space. She's gonna get it.
Its only that sometimes, your guy has some thoughts too, some dreams that he dreams of living with you.
Hes not all selfish and self centered that he only wants you to give him your undivided attention. If he wanted that then hed get a dog. He has a dog, rather had two.
If all he needed was a dog. He'd never have fallen in love with a girl. Doing all the things he dose, taking all the risks he takes. Just for some seconds of escaping reality with you. Because to him, you are the whole entire world, and maybe him to you. (At least  he thinks so.)
If all he wanted was cheap sex and occasional flings, he can manipulate every single girl throwing herself at him. But no he sticks to you instead, because he knows what's real and what's not.
Though the rest of Reality is only what we see it to be. A relationship is what we feel, it's a complex fucking emotion that Can fuck up or make your day way fucking better, even if the world is ending, you'd rather smile .

Hes fighting to make things work, so bad. Your opinion, he's just being clingy and overly attached, or being a hopeless romantic whose blinded by emotions or some childish whims.
You're wrong. He fights because he knows this is worth it. He fights because he's not the kind of a guy who wants meaningless flings. Because the way he felt about you, around you, still dose. That means something to him. Because no real relationships exists without fights, and it's all about getting through them, facing problems as they come, not running away, you were the one who thought me how to do that. But he can't hold on any longer if you push him away. Why ask him to stay if you only wanna push him away indirectly later?
Also maybe give him a benefit of the doubt, because when you broke it off with him saying you were scared things would end like how things did between him and his ex, feeling like he'd jump from this relationship to another, which in your option was what he did.
He gave you the benefits of the doubt. He didn't chalk it off to distrust. He forgave and made sure we get to work things out, and get back together.

Kurai pass trek

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Things we don't entirely get

Short post on a few thoughts I've been going through in my mind lately.

There's many things in our material world we cannot understand,  among them there's two we experience pretty often. Love and Pain.
What makes them so complex, intriguing and ridiculous. Is the fact that we can't fully understand them.
We can't put either into words. You meet someone, and you feel this electric, fatal attraction towards them, you try to fight it, you try to ignore it,  shadow it,  and try pretending  it dosent exist.
But it just keeps surfacing. All the metaphorical shit,  poets and authors speak of. All of that happens,  for real.
And then you just start accepting it and
Slowly you start enjoying being a giddish little school kid.

Then someday.
It all goes away.
Not the feelings,  the person who was the reason behind it.
Gone.
Hard to believe,  something so strong, has been and gone.
All those butterflies get replaced by other things now.
For starters,  emptiness.
Rage, lust, greed, fear.
All the colour fades away,  world's just all shades of gray, white and black now.
Memories everywhere.
Reminding you everytime just when you thought you were ready to let go.
Part of you has already move on,  it's not ready to live in the shadows.
The rest of you just becomes the darkness around you.
You become your own dark ally.
You block out your own guiding light.
Build your own prison.
Turn yourself into a beast.
Feral. Instinctual. Hurting but living on denial.
And when anyone around you tries to break you free of these shackles.
You end up turning on them. Hurting them, pushing them away,  turning into this oblique sort of an emotional porcupine, stinging everyone around you.
You aren't ready to let go.
Its Not easy,  no one said it would be either.
But If only our human nature was more rational and less of a slave to emotions. We'd believe in something we already know and preach, when another person around is in the said situation.
"Time heals it all"
But whatever, right?

Worst part is we don't respect both of these phases well enough, love is like something of a drug taken for granted, overused and dismissed.
Pain is drowned in denial, rejection and ignorance like a kid trying to stand on a pool float board.

Maybe next time try and respect both,  indulge in them equally and impartially.
Treat then like delicacy served in a 7 course star platter. (even if it means a bitter sorbet, you paid a fortune for it anyway,  lol)
Because despite the grinders they put us through,  one can't truly learn from something they cannot respect.
If we all did that, maturity will no more be a road not taken.

P.s. - again I'm know I'm being part hypocrite by saying you can't put into words and describing the same as such. Yet I think we can agree on one thing,  that being I still dint manage to fully get through to you what I wanted to convey.
Words are powerful.
But the things I spoke about are far beyond the reach of mankind's understanding or even the timeless tools we call words.