Social Mechanics

The family, as many teachings claim, is the basic unit or building block of society. Without families, a society cannot be. By definition though, a family is a group of people affiliated with each other because of biological, cultural, marital, and many other relationships. A family is the principal institution for socialization and is essentially the "home" of everyone.

We cannot choose our families as a child. When we are born, we aren't given the chance to choose our parents as we all well know basically because they created us. Assuming that a person grows normally in a normal family, in the context of ideals and media, though still subject to most pains in life, the family continues to be quite functional and the person still finds in himself a sense of development by being around these people.

But when a family goes into dysfunctional mode, it hinders the personal growth of all its members. It becomes unstable and it alters the relationships within the family. Probably the worst consequence of this would be the family's division where each member goes to say "to each his own" in the most extreme extent. The social group of a family then turns from emotional institution into psychological prostitution in the most bizarre of ways.

One screw is all it takes for a building block to loosen up. A family's screw up can easily unscrew that foundation it had stood on maybe for years. The same goes for all the other building blocks. Thus, this structure of society itself ain't shit. Society therefore is the people's mere attempt of making modern living "modern" - and by that we say more organized, disciplined and systematic.

The system cannot work optimally if a one fucking piece doesn't fit into the machine. The verdict: we should all fit inside so that the society can be "operative" and "successful." In order to do so however, all the pieces should possess the same quality of defectiveness. We all need to be slobs of concrete and layers of steel to keep the structure. By fulfilling social standards, we deprive ourselves of truth, but then again, it keeps that machine going...

And the identities dead.

Point is, in this machinery of souls, the system easily produces hate. And when hate arises, the goddamn phenomenon of love finds its course and eventually tampers the machine's reality.

Diffusal

Damn it when Medusa's graze purges a man's soul out of his mortal form. It renders the victim completely powerless, or simply put, devoid of life. As tantalizing the latter seems to be, those turned to stone are usually drowned in some sea of reality and then torn asunder by truth.

That truth though is highly debatable because all truths are subjective - subjective in a sense that there has to be one perpendicularity among all parallelisms that would make the slightest of differences between perspectives. And when one perspective strays into the dark wood of error, as Dante puts it, he should be assailed by his own beasts. He should then expect his Virgil to come up anytime soon and save his ass. If Virgil doesn't show up, the man of a victim needs some alcohol. Credits to Medusa for doing a good job.

Analysis

Sometimes, you don't need this thing.

People tend to over-analyze things when something unwanted comes up along the road and blocks their path to their goddamn enlightenment. Man's rationality then becomes his own weakness and stupidity. Consequently, man either falls to his own demise through the void of his emotions - which means that he won't be making any sense for the days to come. If his luck continues, he might be spending much more time contemplating on unreliable thoughts. We can't do anything about it 'cause man usually feels like shit during his alone time.

Pretty Legit

I had like 9 servings of 1/4 chicken last night at Max's and I must say that I shall abstain from such food in a span of 10 days. I feel like puking whenever a chicken meal comes to mind. I was able to maximize my 165 bucks though because it's the charge for the "Chicken-all-you-want" promo, and a basic chicken meal costs around 140. So I had 9 of those, minus a cup of rice and a side dish which aren't included in the 165 promo. Ah I hope I'm making sense now 'cause I type what comes to mind since she's talking to me. Gotta go now. Things seem pretty legit at the moment.

Resistance

Well after missing her this weekend I've thought of something cool about what occurred last Friday. You see, Friday was a special day because it was the time I saw her since what? - the last day of her last semester for Freshman year. Not so much of time if you ask me, but it's the presence that I've been missing out.

So I was somewhere in Ateneo, falling in line to get some lunch. Uhh, I got mine. Kris was on the other food booth still making his order. I was even telling him things like, "Ah man, it's the bell already. She'll be skipping lunch for sure because she needs to go to class." And then right at the corner of my eye a very familiar silhouette seemed to look at me for several seconds. And when I looked back at it, there's her, alone, standing.

And here's the epic part. You know that smile you display in front of some person for reasons you just can't explain? That smile you can only show to him or her or whatever - Yes, that one. And you just can't hold it back. And the more you resist it, the more sincere it turns out. Teeth seems to be a good measure of sincerity if that's the case. But that smile, that's perfectly dropping her line of defense.

Of course this is just a theory.