you dont select your readers

... but i want to. in particular i want some people not to read my blog. because their obsession is just crazy. if the right people are obsessed with me then it is fine. like for example, the president of the United States. he can make me famous! but unfortunately, i havent got a persona of that caliber who is obsessed with me yet. furthermore, those who are obsessed with me have not made my life easier, in fact, they have made it harder.

so to tell you im pissed off is an understatement.

i guess some people are just crazy. i dont have any other explanation except for that. it is like seriously, they feel the need to point out every single flaws that the other person has in order to make themselves feel better. you are kidding me.

such is a fact of life.

yesterday i was reading about suffering and happiness and how the two must go hand-in-hand because one cannot exist without the other. so without people who are obsessed about me i cannot appreciate those who are not obsessed with me. it is not so much that they are obsessed. it is very much about staying within the lines of acceptable obsession. like for example, telling me what you feel and think. sure i may know you, but really i dont want to know what you feel and think. what makes you think i want to know what you feel and think. seriously. you are not important to me, even when you think i am important to you. i really am not. i dont have the power to start a war for example. i dont have the power to make you suffer even when you think i am making you suffer just because you get no response from me whatsoever.

so there you go. i said it all.