Mischievous Words

I have noticed recently how public people and people who have blogs, columns, and other media have a good idea of writing something on the topic "opinion is like a ass, everyone has it". Was it not a little hypocritical that those individuals would say that one's opinion is completely irrelevant to their existence, of course only if it is not the same as theirs! If they really think that, I beg them to turn off their "blog as an ass ..." and withdraw into the anonymous quarters where nobody is interested in their narrative thinking about an opinion. I really should have finished this column because these sentences perfectly summed up everything I wanted to write this week, but what would be the world when you could not express your opinion? What would be the quality of communication if it were always packed in beautiful words while holding the pussy in the pocket behind your back? How can we differentiate what is good, if we do not know what is bad? ...

When I was a kid, it seemed that the real life started when you start elementary school. When you get the first class schedule, your first official assignment schedule, and then when you learn a multiplication table, and that is going to be like reaching the top of the world in your highest and thinnest high heels, but then they told me I was just ridiculous because the real life will start when I start high school. When I started high school I thought this is it because I am now a big girl who goes to a big school and who, like Blair Waldorf, can sit on the stairs of the school and drink coffee. Soon I realized that this was not it. When I started collage in a newer and bigger city, I thought I finally reached that best life time, but then they told me that it was nothing because the real life is when you have a job and you had a full pay (if you ever succeed finding a job) because then you can afford a lot more than you can afford as a “poor” student. When I started my first payin...