On what grinds my gears.

I've always wanted to do this post. After watching that video and reading "Roy's" blog. But I guess I wouldn't after all. Fear "Roy" might think I'm out to rip him off, what's next? My version of Matrix? It's really funny how I met Roy, that's not even his real name. He's "almost" like my Tyler Durden. "Almost" psyched me up to get a tatoo, "almost" got a ear hole, "almost" picked up smoking, "almost" got be addicted to drinking. "almost" made me the ultimate bad-boy. What you gonna do when we come for you?

Everyone needs a lil' Roy in you. Don't you think? He's not bad influence, but he challenges you. Challenges you to do the unexpected, to throw a screwball, to sneak food into cinemas, to eat with a knife on your left. To stand up for what is wrong, or right for that matter. To love what you hate, to be what you hate. I am grateful for Roy, he's been there for some of my "firsts", thankfully not all. Hope this doesn't sound too gay.

To love what you hate, to be what you hate. Doesn't that sound like a rebellious teenager? That phrase would make as much sense to you as Force 188. Nothing. But hear me out.

Not too long ago, Roy and me became good friends. He told me stuff, I told him stuff. There's thing he told me about this other guy, who's being a real jerk to this other girl. And Roy freakin' hates him. And we're all talking, discussing how we should torture people like that. Then Roy became someone he hated. Then I remember how Roy would disapprove of his buddy's smoking habits. Suddenly he's smoking, literally.
Now I personally hate smoking too. I detest smokers. But now I'm hanging around them, breathing in second hand smoke. Does that count? I hate being told what to do, especially by my parents. But when I work, I tell people what to do the entire time. I use to hate cursing, cusses, my relationship ended because she cussed too much. Now I curse all the time! Not in front of family though, but around my friends, I think I do it a little too much.

Am I becoming something I hate? Becoming hypocritical? I hate how my parents talk to their parents, and recently I argued back at them. I hate how my parents talk to us. Now, would I become something like them in the future? All these mambo jumbo is not coincidence I don't think.

So if this is true. If you'll love what you hate, and be what what you hate, shouldn't you hate the "right" things? So eventually you'll just fall in love with it?

Honestly, what I just wrote is all bulls**t. I don't understood what I just wrote. Cos I know, about a year down the road when i read back all my archive posts, I would just laugh at myself for being such a rebellious prick. Its like I can see the future.