Fock The World Or You'll Fuck Your Life Up

I came across a crying soul who was questioning about marriage.

Marriage for me is… two different individuals co-existing together.

It’s so cool and simple that you don’t even have to think twice about.

You like her she likes you.
He/she is a great pal who I can talk/discus/debate with, chill with, have wild/sensuous sex with…
In short someone who I can and don’t mind sharing my sleeping space with.

Done deal.

Fine, fulfil or parents’ wish for a reception and all the shit that comes with it – after putting up to shit you gave them for the past 25 or 32 years, they deserve it.

It has nothing to do with customs/unwritten rules/whatever shits that people have been/going to say/tell/advice you about.

So fuck your aunties/uncles/best friends/best friends’ cousin’s aunties. They were created to create/bring misery to our lives. Wedding for them is = grand reception, pictures in magazines whatever shit. They are using your wedding as an excuse to brag with their friends. Either that or a joint to pick boys/men/granddaddies.

The moment you stop and thought about whether co-existing is an option is also the time you should move on to better things in life.

Circumstances?

What circumstances? This no Dave and Carmen Show or Britney and whatever that dude is. This is your freaking live.

Fuck everyone else because of these two things:

1) It’s your freaking live.
2) It’s you who are living it.