Counter-Psychology.

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Do you ever just sit back and think about things? Or get really pissed off about the way things are and start screaming out at why you hate the world? Although it’s a movie, the same thing happened to this man, Monty Brogan. The movie is “The 25th Hour” and this quote is from a scene where Monty steps into bathroom and takes a good hard look at himself in the mirror. Upon looking at the mirror, he sees the words “Fuck you!” inscribed in the corner. The conversation with his mirror image ensues.

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Monty: Well, fuck you, too.

The Reflection: Fuck me, fuck you, fuck this whole city and everyone in it.

Monty: Fuck the panhandlers, grubbing for money, and smiling at me behind my back. Fuck the squeegee men dirtying up the clean windshield of my car. Get a fucking job!

Fuck the Sikhs and the Pakistanis bombing down the avenues in decrepit cabs, curry steaming out their pores, stinking up my day. Terrorists in fucking training. SLOW THE FUCK DOWN!

Fuck the Chelsea boys with their waxed chests and pumped up biceps. Going down on each other in my parks and on my piers, jingling their dicks on my Channel 35.

Fuck the Korean grocers with their pyramids of overpriced fruit and their tulips and roses wrapped in plastic. Ten years in the country, still no speaky English?

Fuck the Russians in Brighton Beach. Mobster thugs sitting in cafés, sipping tea in little glasses, sugar cubes between their teeth. Wheelin’ and dealin’ and schemin’. Go back where you fucking came from!

Fuck the black-hatted Chassidim, strolling up and down 47th street in their dirty gabardine with their dandruff. Selling South African apartheid diamonds!

Fuck the Wall Street brokers. Self-styled masters of the universe. Michael Douglas, Gordon Gekko wannabe mother fuckers, figuring out new ways to rob hard working people blind. Send those Enron assholes to jail for FUCKING LIFE! You think Bush and Cheney didn’t know about that shit? Give me a fucking break! Tyco! Worldcom!

Fuck the Puerto Ricans. Twenty to a car, swelling up the welfare rolls, worst fuckin’ parade in the city. And don’t even get me started on the Dom-in-i-cans, ‘cause they make the Puerto Ricans look good. *winks*

Fuck the Bensonhurst Italians with their pomaded hair, their nylon warm-up suits, their St. Anthony medallions, swinging their, Jason Giambi, Louisville slugger, baseball bats, trying to audition for the Sopranos.

Fuck the Upper East Side wives with their Hermes scarves and their fifty-dollar Balducci artichokes. Overfed faces getting pulled and lifted and stretched, all taut and shiny. You’re not fooling anybody, sweetheart!

Fuck the uptown brothers. They never pass the ball, they don’t want to play defense, they take five steps on every lay-up to the hoop. And then they want to turn around and blame everything on the white man. Slavery ended one hundred and thirty seven years ago. Move the fuck on!

Fuck the corrupt cops with their anus violating plungers and their 41 shots, standing behind a blue wall of silence. You betray our trust!

Fuck the priests who put their hands down some innocent child’s pants. Fuck the church that protects them, delivering us into evil. And while you’re at it, fuck JC! He got off easy! A day on the cross, a weekend in hell, and all the hallelujahs of the legioned angels for eternity! Try seven years in fuckin’ Otisville, J!

Fuck Osama Bin Laden, Al Qaeda, and backward-ass, cave-dwelling, fundamentalist assholes everywhere. On the names of innocent thousands murdered, I pray you spend the rest of eternity with your seventy-two whores roasting in a jet-fuel fire in hell. You towel headed camel jockeys can kiss my royal Irish ass!

Fuck Jacob Elinsky, whining malcontent.

Fuck Francis Xavier Slaughtery my best friend, judging me while he stares at my girlfriend’s ass.

Fuck Naturelle Riviera, I gave her my trust and she stabbed me in the back, sold me up the river, fucking bitch.

Fuck my father with his endless grief, standing behind that bar sipping on club sodas, selling whisky to firemen, cheering the Bronx bombers.

Fuck this whole city and everyone in it.

From the row-houses of Astoria to the penthouses on Park Avenue, from the projects in the Bronx to the lofts in Soho. From the tenements in Alphabet City to the brownstones in Park slope to the split-levels in Staten Island.

Let an earthquake crumble it, let the fires rage, let it burn to fucking ash and then let the waters rise and submerge this whole rat-infested place.

The Reflection: No. No, fuck you, Montgomery Brogan. You had it all, and you threw it away, you dumb fuck!

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Do we ever wonder that it would have to take a mountain of grief and pain in order for us to just look at the sky and say “Fuck it all!” in our loudest voice? I would hate to believe that this is the case, but badly enough it is, in one way or another. No matter where I look there are a large number of people that have given up on themselves and life, and I once thought there was no hope for these people. Then it struck upon me a week ago, that I too had lost focus.

People are too sidetracked thinking about their own problems and not thinking about others that often. That can be the real problem here. Sometimes empathy is the key to understanding, if we were to picture ourselves in someone elses position, would we not understand that it would be really fucking difficult to carry on just as they would? Of course not, because you’re still caught up on your own power trip to figure out that the world is not revolving around you but you revolve around it.

This is part of a long-winded apology to many people in my life that have witnessed me go downhill. From being a King to a Peasant. From being a God to an Underworld Nothing. I am sorry. Although I quoted in my last Rant about the word meaning nothing, you may take it as you please. Just remember, those that abuse the word would abuse the world of opportunity that can be extracted from something as fragile as a Second Chance.

A Second Chance can be such a useful thing. But too many people tend to abuse them. I cannot begin to count how many Second Chances that I have given (and stacked mind you, meaning given too many Second Chances.) and to have them thrown back in my face and then remember that a Second Chance does not belong to everybody and that people do infact choose to run themselves into the ground at their own pace. We are only human afterall.

Some Facts.

- No matter how hard you try to impress someone, there will always be someone else that cares about you no matter how hard you try. Why? Because these people are the genuine ones that understand who you are and will not judge you based on one mistake. If you are in this position where you are trying to impress someone that is not noticing you, do not even bother. The people that really care or really like what they see will notice you before you even flick your head around to their direction.

- Starting a conversation off with the word “So..” is not going to help the flows of a conversation at all. As a matter of fact, NEVER use the word so if you have run out of things to say, it suggests that you are either boring or you are expecting someone else to say something first, which means you cannot think for yourself, which makes you a conformist, and a DUMB and BORING conformist at that.

- If you are having problems in any field, do something constructive about it, ask someone better than you. This someone would preferably not have their jammed half way up their ass but can still help you in some way shape or form. For instance, if you are seeking help understanding other people, come to me and I’ll try and make sense of it for you. If you are seeking the answer to the meaning of life, go fuck yourself. We were not meant to know the answer until the time was right, meaning, we die and then those around us understand how and why we lived our lives the way we did.

- Remember, the World does not revolve around you but you revolve around it. At this current moment, my life revolves around something external to me but still benefits me. For some of those people out there that live the “Me-Centred” life, you’re fucked, you’ll spin the wrong way at some stage and wind up in the gutter with a big reality check stamped to your forehead that pretty much leads back to you saying, “Life fucked me sideways and I didn’t see it coming.”

- If you believe anything that comes from someone elses mouth, fingers or thumbs, without checking the credibility of it, you are an idiot and do not deserve to understand the value of communication. If I ever do meet a person like you I will cut off your tongue, ears and slice over your lips a couple of times with a butcher knife.

- Never take anything for granted, its the amount of times you abuse something that it will amount up to it being taken from you for that amount of time. Don’t be surprised if you have abused someones trust for a long time and then when you expect to be forgiven after they have found, you find that they disappear and tell you to get fucked. Don’t be shocked, it happens, because you took them for granted and screwed them over.

- Many people usually have a second agenda when approaching a situation. Read into some of the things said by a particular person before making a decision, it could lead to the difference between being befriended or being used.

If you like what you have read here, leave a comment and be sure let me know if there are any other issues you would like me to put my words in for.

Until Next Time.

Evz. (VoSx)