My general unsaid mental reactions to things

To something such as War or Rioting - Angrily, how can this be let to happen? Why is this world in such a state of being with little sign of advancement to a grwater tomorrow?

To something about popular culture - Oh you fools. Utter fools. I laugh at your so called culture. Over-sexed, over-drugged. Just generally over. Oh how I grin and laugh. Because to despair would be too much. And to join in is just not in the cards.

To something concerning the battle of the sexes or sexuality - So dull and boring. Move on. Talk about something that really matters not that much matters anyway. Robots. That would screw up your whole argument wouldn't it. A race of a-sexual neings that don't hump or be humped. No sex, no problem.

To someone shouting about the problems of this feeling or this way of being etc - To be something is better to be nothing. Why can't you see? The void is no place to call home. Just sand. Pleasant but empty sand. You do not know despair. You would appreciate everything then.

In response to a bright morning in England, walking down the pavement next to a lively road, flanked by trees - It is good to be alive.

After enjoyig fleeting passing glances at girls I pass by for whatever reason - It is good to be in England amongst the 'flowers' when they bloom.

In response to many things at the moment - I no longer care. I retreat from your world. To a better place. I cannot be bothered. What a shame.