“The definition of happiness (for men who aren’t gay, of course) is a naked woman in their bed”, said a guy a few months ago, in response to my sentence “I want people to be happy”. At that moment, I truly thought he was overreacting; I didn’t give too much importance, though now I realise he was totally right. When you think nothing can surprise you now, here it comes another bomb! I guess am failing my main goal... It might be because people are too cold, too lost or too lazy!

This feeling of using people makes me sick (literally)! It’s repulsive at all levels. I am not against people; am against all kinds of behaviour that use somebody to satisfy their own needs. As if our needs were superior to others’ needs! I hate the culture of bullshit, which uses and throws away. The search for momentaneous pleasure by thirsty people who have voids bigger than the universe... No pleasure can fulfill them, neither small nor huge... they will always feel like shit and will try to compensate with physical relations! I wish people could be open-minded. The irony is that most of them say they are, but when they say it, they are only thinking about nakedness. Their "thirst" is like a bottomless well... I mean, we speak about onions and they will try to link them with physicality! And, as you can see, one thing has nothing to do with the other!

Let’s forget about the emotional part for an instant and let’s speak about dignity and the profanation of something sacred. They are interconnected with moral, however, it’s worth to read. At stake is your happiness... you want to be happy, right?

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