So Sad

So uh, that was pretty sad news the other day. Some sad gunman shot at a bunch of people in a campus in California, killing seven people and injuring several others. The gunman made a series of videos and a lengthy manifesto detailing why he wanted to shoot women and how much he hated them for rejecting him. He hated the fact that women in campus didn’t pay him any attention and that they would rather go out with idiots. In his manifesto, he fantasized about killing most women in the world and just keeping a select few for breeding. What a charmer!

Now, there’s already a bunch of spin on the story. People are rallying for gun control. And yes, it is a bit ridiculous when law enforcement officials have to go through so many hurdles in order to get assigned a pistol, and yet any individual on the street can get a pistol with barely any question asked. Despite, this, I’m sure not much would happen because we’ve seen similar stories likes this too many times and if anything, there have been more pro-gun legislations passed since Obama got elected. People will use the story for their own agenda, and it will probably be the agenda that gets more people killed. Heck, even as I write, I’m looking at a story that blames homosexual impulses on the shooting. Great. Blame the homos. Have more of them stay in the closet and lead unhappy lives.

I saw some of the videos (I couldn’t get through all of it) and read some of the gunman’s writing. Sad. This was a kid who couldn’t get laid despite being the son of what I assume is a fairly successful director. He drove around in a beemer. If a rich kid in a beemer couldn’t get laid, what chance does the kid in a Kia have? This was a kid who had resources. How come those who don’t have money are still able to get laid? Doesn’t he deserve as much? Many people felt that the videos were extremely narcissistic, and they truly are… but I felt more depressed thinking that this was a sad and terribly entitled kid who couldn’t get anything that wasn’t given to him in a silver plate and wrapped in a bow, someone who truly just didn’t understand how humans worked.

The whole thing kinda bugged me, because we’ve all been there. There’s always a girl you couldn’t get. There’s always times when we felt ugly and dejected… hating the girl we like because they’re out with someone who treats them like shit. I know many men in their thirties who are still like this kid, alone and wishing for company. But usually when you feel dejected, you get over it. You move on. You don’t turn and seethe in hatred of the things you desire and can’t have. And you certainly don’t write pages of fantasy manifesto about them.* It’s just terribly unattractive.

As for being a virgin, you don’t obsess about being still a virgin at 22. Who cares? Lower your expectations. Stop aiming for the 10 and aim for the 8. Or wait a while. There are no scoreboards out there. I believe losing one’s virginity is one of the biggest letdowns most people would ever experience in their lives. I know it certainly was in my case. So I’m really lost whenever I hear people obsessing on either side of the spectrum: those wanting to get laid ASAP, or those saving it for marriage like it’s a precious gift. It’s not a rite of passage. It really isn’t. After years of having sex, the first one would most likely be the most forgettable of all if it wasn’t the first.

If anything, the shame of being a virgin (not that there should be any shame to it) is just something that reeks out of people who obsess over it. It just makes it easier to tell.

The gunman actually reminds me of those terrorists expecting to be with 72 virgins after they blow themselves up. If you read the holy text, those virgins they are promised have alabaster skin and golden hair (and apparently, gigantic), much like the blonde sorority girls** the gunman lusted over. It’s like some terrorists’ rage, much like the gunman’s is just rooted in lack of access to sex, and that if the both actually got laid now and then, they would relax a bit and enjoy this wonderful world for what it is: a world of endless sex possibilities. And really, if he was so pent up, why not just hire a prostitute? Heck, hire a classy prostitute. It’s better than shooting people up and dying as a sad loser that people will blog about and criticize. That goes the same with terrorists. There are wonderful women in this world. And beyond the joys of sex, there is greater meaning in life. IN LIFE! You have to be living. Live, get laid, and be happy.***

 
*I never wrote manifestos over how much I hated young, pre-Seal Heidi Klum.

**Beautiful, blonde sorority slut? How creative is this guy’s fantasy? It’s like he was raised on Playboy and Axe Body Spray.

***Now, I realize that the gunman was mentally ill. He was truly ill. And while I wrote more about the common frustrations of wanting sex and not getting any, I think the recent tragedy’s roots are more about mental illness and the need for sensible gun regulations. But that topic has been covered so many times by people smarter and more competent than me. And yet, here we are still.

 

Did I Help Start a Dumb Porn Site?

Started making art again. Yay! It’s been a while, a month perhaps, since the last time I made art. I’ve just been sitting in front of my sketch pad not wanting to draw a thing. Artists would know this… wanting to do something but not knowing just what to do… having the television run on the background, watching time waste away. Luckily, I’m now inspired to work and make something. It’s good to finally want something done on paper.

I also started studying again. I always want to be reading something for a purpose. Fiction has its place, but I already flood myself with so much fiction that it’s good to study and perhaps retain something that might be useful at some point. Last time, I took a law and justice course to get myself reading something productive. I like to think that at the end of my studies, despite me not suddenly working in law, it has made me a better Canadian by knowing a little more about the country’s law and history.

This time, I’m trying my hand at html coding and javascript. It’s always been something that I regretted not knowing how to do. People assume that I’m a bit of a nerd and that I know my way around computers. I actually do know my way around computers and electronics, but I have no idea about programming. It was something that I totally missed back in the 90s. It’s time to change that.

Speaking of coding and computers and people assuming that I know how to do things. I remember back in university when I ran into an old high school friend who just disappeared from my life. He ran into some trouble back in high school and became sort of a delinquent. Drugs, break-ins, juvie, etc. Anyway, I was crossing the street on my way home when I suddenly ran into him. He told me he’s trying to do well but he needs some help. I wasn’t about to give him any money, but I told him I’d help him out. He said he wanted to educate himself; that he wanted to learn more about computers, and maybe run a website or something. Maybe I could help him sign up for a course.

Pleased with hearing all of this, we immediately went to a computer college, talked to some advisors, and got him some materials to look through for his courses. I even took him to financial aid, so maybe he could apply for some assistance. All of this in the span of a couple of hours. Pretty efficient.

With my good deed done, I was beat and ready to end the sudden reunion and wish my old friend good luck on his new chapter in life. Before saying goodbye however, I asked him what does he plan to do in the future after learning more about computers.

“You don’t see Native women porn on the Internet. I think I could have the first Website to feature that.”

Disappointed and disgusted, I wished him good luck anyway. I didn’t see him again for seven years.

Websites Mother Fish

I found this Website which caters to artists, allowing them to have a fairly decent portfolio online. Here’s my Website: https://www.works.io/joseph-m-reyes. The layout is pretty clean and the interface is pretty easy to navigate. A lot of free sites offer a general Website or blog and people just customize it to show their works. This site has the artist in mind. The basic account is a little limited, but I guess that pushes people to either upgrade in order to display more images or just simply put their best images forward. I’m still not sure how accurate the site’s Web statistics works, like how do people find your page, especially since most of the artists on the “featured works” page, I assume, are paid accounts. There also isn’t a sort of function that allows artists to network with one another. I think that would’ve been interesting. But I guess that’s not the point of the site. Anyway, it’s a pretty interesting site with lots of what I’m guessing are European artists, https://www.works.io/. I suggest people check it out before it becomes like deviantart and get filled with too much anime.

Speaking of Websites. I’m having a bit of trouble with Godaddy and editing my Website’s mobile version. There appears to be a glitch on one of the tabs in my site. I couldn’t edit it out, so I’m chalking it to a combination of my lack of knowledge with html and the glitchy nature of the mobile version editing interface.

Yesterday was Mother’s Day. Well, it’s still Mother’s Day today in Canada. Happy Mother’s Day Ma! We miss you. Happy Mother’s Day as well to every mother out there who happens to wander to my site for whatever reason.

 

Sex Stories for the People

Saw an application for a job writing for a Website. It calls for writing of a sexual nature, be it health, relationships, stories, etc. Like any warm-blooded man, I’m interested in sex. Heck, I could spend days talking and writing about it. But then I looked at the Website and I noticed that most of the entries are submissions of people regarding their adventurous sexual encounters, a Penthouse Forum of sorts. And that’s when I lost interest. I’m not one to judge the joys of reading sexual fiction, and yes, they are mostly sexual fiction, but I realize I don’t have A. the urge to write such fiction (the imagination, yes. the drive to create fiction designed to turn readers on, no.) and B. the real experiences that are truly unique and exciting. In fact, I think while most of my stories could be considered interesting, I don’t think they’re very exciting.

Well, looking at A. I’ve never been one to share stories and such. I’ve never felt the need to brag, nor have I ever felt the need to share stories “that’ll get my buddies going.” It’s just not my style. Sure, I’ve shared pornography in my youth, but I don’t watch videos in the basement with my friends. That happened once and I had to excuse myself after one of my friends started getting too comfortable with himself.

As for B. Most of my sex stories are kind of sad. Here’s an example. I’ll skip descriptions and flowery language and just go right to the meat and bones.

A friend of mine was with someone who he had been with a few times before. They don’t really know much about each other except for the fact that they like how things worked when they both don’t have their clothes on. Now, that friend thought he was the luckiest guy in the world. The woman, he thought, was a nine. Best of all, it was stress-free relations with no strings attached. Wonderful.

One night, after a few minutes of doing what they do, he laid down on the bed and started getting sleepy. He dozed off for a few minutes and woke up with her looking straight at him. She was right next to him, naked and just relaxing. He asked her, “Hey, what are you looking at?” expecting something cheesy like, “oh nothing, just looking at you. I love looking at you sleep” or whatever. Something women would say.

She said, “I’m just thinking of my baby in heaven.”

This startled him and he asked what she meant. He was half-asleep and he wasn’t sure if he heard her right.

She said, it was nothing. “Forget about it.”

He left her apartment wondering what that was all about, whether he imagined the whole thing, or if some tragedy led her into being what she is now, an attractive woman willing to sleep with him. The whole story brings to mind all the circumstances that led people to our lives, whether it be good, bad, or tragic. In my friend’s case, he wondered if a “baby” being “in heaven” led one to him.

Now, how does that story sound? Does it titillate?