How Clothes Ruin Our Lives

Unless there are some extreme weather conditions, I think that clothing is absolutely unnecessary. Here are the reasons with which I came up with while pondering on this subject.

1. Clothing is a waste of time an resources. Every morning we go through the process of getting dressed. That is a waste of time. Shopping for clothes is also a waste of time. Image in a world in which all of the labor that is currently directed towards the clothing industry is redirected into something useful  agriculture for example. Unless you're a firefighter, I don't see why clothing would be necessary. If anything, it would make searching people much more efficient. I can easily imagine the Subway guy (or girl) making me a sandwich completely naked. 

2. Clothing makes us preoccupied with our appearance. In the world where clothes aren't worn, nobody would be ashamed of their bodies. If you really think that's not true, that's because you really cling on to the idea of dressing up and it makes you uncomfortable to imagine yourself in a public place without clothes on. Furthermore, the absence of clothing would allow people to judge each other not by monetary or style worth, but hopefully by actual character or at least by body constitution (the way all other living things act by the way). 

3. Finally, I believe that human nakedness would improve our general honesty. Let's face it, in a world without clothes, it will be really obvious to tell whom likes whom. I personally see no problem in that. It would surely speed up the process of dating and would surely make us more aware and in touch with those feelings that we try so hard to repress by covering our body parts.

By now you're probably thinking that I'm some kind of nudist hippie. Maybe you're right! I've never tried going without clothes in public (yeah, that's illegal) but I can assure you that when the temperature permits, I'll be wearing as few clothing articles as possible. At home, I always go commando style. I recommend to everyone to walk around in boxers at home (or naked if you really have the guts). Why would you hide in your own house? That way, you'll get in touch with yourself. Hell, I wish I was comfortable enough with myself to open the door of my house completely naked when someone knocks. We live in a society with quite idiotic rules. 

Predictions

My overconfidence in matters of predicting behaviour has once again let me down. When I walked in social-psychology, I had a clear plan. I was to look at individual W, smile, but sit elsewhere. That way, she would ask me right after the exam why I didn't sit next to her. At least, that's how it was suppose to happen. Here is was probably happened instead:
I walked in class, saw her sitting at her usual spot and gave out what must have been the creepiest smile ever. Then I proceed to illogically and quite clumsily to sit at a table which already had 3 people. If I didn't look retarded, I probably looked quite rude. Nevertheless, I was able to take out my plans out of my mind and write my exam. As luck was clearly on someone else's side today, she finished writing her exam way before me and left promptly.
I hoped that she would text me asking why I didn't sit next to her. I had my answer ready, smooth and slightly complimenting, I was to say that she was too much of a distraction and that I couldn't help but to stare at her. And so I waited. And waited. It's only at 9:00PM that I concluded that she won't text me. Moreover, she probably doesn't care. At 9:30PM, I replayed for the hundredth time the scenario. By each replay the level of insecurity increased. By 10:00PM, I needed the comforting "Just let it go man". And so I did. I let it all go.
One cannot accurately predict another's behaviours. Instead, I'll live the day. Let's all live the day. Carpe Diem! 
Just kidding, good night. 

Valentines Day... I'm an Egoist Day

Valentines Day. I can't think of a more repulsive event that humans have created for themselves. Are we really that selfish that we need a special day to remind ourselves to love another person? I think that there shouldn't be any Valentines Day for the following reasons.

1. It's unfair for single people. They (we) are already aware of their loneliness. Adding a bunch of hearts all over the place will do nothing but aggravate their mental state. Anyone that goes about Valentines Day hugging people and giving out kisses is a jerk. Stop making single people more miserable than they are. Speaking of single people, I find it very amusing how people sometimes say: "You just haven't found the right one yet". Will you shut up? There are people whom will never find the right one! That's total bull to say "there is someone for everyone". Some people will spend all their lives alone. Notice how it's always the one that has a relationship that will say such things. The obnoxious f*cker is just rubbing his privilege in your face.

2. Companies make big money on this day. Was that expensive bouquet really necessary? Do you think that if you spend 100$ more your girlfriend will love you more? If she does, you got yourself a nice gold digger there. Hey, good new my single brothers, we just saved some money. If you're not single, take your girlfriend and go give to charity together instead of buying her chocolates that will make her fat and unattractive which will eventually lead to your break-up with her. At least, you would have done a good deed and your girlfriend will see how good and altruistic of a person you are (you're welcome),

One does never love another more than himself. We are selfish creatures and Valentines Day is just a confirmation of that fact. At the end of the day, why do guy bother buying girls flowers... if you know what I mean.

It's Prettier That Way

I'm a liar. I say that without shame because I take pride in my lies. They aren't harming anyone. If anything, they are actually making my life more interesting than it actually is; making it more enjoyable to the listeners.
In my humble opinion (not that I'm a humble person, that's just formalities... who the f**k invented such non-sense?) there are two types of lies.
First, there is the harmful lie. Those are the lies that will harm the person your lying to and eventually harm you. All I'm saying is this: if you cheated on your girlfriend, don't say you didn't. Instead, make the event better than it actually was! That brings us to the second type of lie. The fun lie. If you're in sh*t and you know your at fault, you ought to make your story as impressive as possible. Nobody knows that the person that you cheated with was so bad that you wish you didn't because your current girlfriend gives you such better sex? Why embarrass yourself even more? Make that event something you're proud of.
Here is an example. I was tutoring this individual, let's just call her S. Obviously, it's impossible to be tutoring someone for 1.5h straight. So much math would blow up anyone's brain. So we took little breaks discussing some aspects of our lives. Obviously, she found nothing better to ask than about my girlfriend. I told her I recently broke up with mine. She asked what happened. Now I could have told her the actual truth, that I got annoyed by her drinking and clubbing habits, but I knew that wasn't the story she wanted to hear. That's a boring story, nobody wants that. Instead, I spitted out a story about a lovely romantic relationship, full of flowers and walks under the moon. I could see I got her attention by how she would hang on to every single one of the words that came out of my filthy mouth. She enjoyed it; she was hearing what she wanted to hear. As I was getting bored of my own imaginative story, I decided to spice it up a bit. I told her that my other ex, whom I was previously madly in love with, wrecked the newly formed love in seek of revenge. I narrated a story in which my clingy ex destroyed a relationship by kissing me by surprise at the wrong moment. Pathetic? Yeah, I agree. But in all honesty, the story matched the level of the listener. For lame people will always want to hear lame stories. My best friends receive the best stories I can come up with.
For those of you who are thinking something along the lines of ''what an asshole'' I say (quote) this: ''Hey, Baby, when I write (speak or narrate) I'm the hero of my own shit.''
- Charles Bukowski
This is why you shouldn't give sh*t to liars. They are doing their best to make the story less harmful or more entertaining for you. Be grateful. 

Scheisse Mann

Well shit. I guess I complained too much about my driving school. I got an email today telling that the ministry of transportation closed their school because they no longer fulfilled the necessary requirements. This is definitely karma for hating so much and making fun of their accent. Now I have to continue my education (if not start all over again because those f**** left me without any documentation) at another driving school.
This is yet another example of how bad the services that we pay for are in this province. Clearly, to get my money back I have to go through a sh*t-ton of bureaucracy. Why do we need these driving schools in the first place?

On a more hatefully comic note, I find it particularly funny how certain individuals clearly feel a need to express their opinions in front of a whole class of students. I personally think there is something wrong with all of these people. Why would you risk being judged by the other 35 individuals present in class? It's not even worth it, we aren't debating, you're just exposing to the whole class that you're a smart-ass and that you did your homework. Nobody cares about your bloody opinion. Numerous times I was compelled with the urge of turning around and saying something rude along the lines of: "Please shut up, we don't care what you personally liked from this text, chances are, nobody is even listening to you''. I mean all the NORMAL people look down or pretend to write something while the teacher is asking questions to avoid being picked.
On the other hand, I'm glad these fools exist. They have saved me numerous times from talking about a subject that makes me want to barf. Human stupidity is limitless and exasperating, but one must consider that with limitless stupidity, we also get limitless possibilities of using stupid people - A fair trade in my opinion. 

Look!

I've been doing this lately on the bus because my headphones broke and I'm incapable of reading on a bus. I now find a particular pleasure in staring at people until they feel uncomfortable, but not to the point when they confront you (of course, there are some rare cases that won't be shy to asking something among the lines of "can I help you?).

I'm amazed by our 6th sense. Have you ever had the sensation that someone is staring at you? Whether that is true or not, there is a certain tendency, an etiquette of public transportation that dictates not to stare at people. Well I, Mr. Kot, have decided to break this unspoken rule and see what consequences would come from that.

The first thing that I noticed was that the moment my gaze met someone else's, they would either stare back for two seconds and then turn away; or they would turn away right away, just to look back a few seconds later to see if I'm still looking at them. Of course, I completely disregarded the fact that I was suppose to look away too. Both cases would look back at me to make sure that I moved on - that I'm staring at someone else. But I wasn't. They would try it again, look away and then look back, a sign indicating: "alright, you looked at me, now it's time you realize it's impolite". Little did they know that I wasn't going to back off. I kept staring at them.

After the third time, that's when the nervousness kicks in. That is of course, depending on the level of self-esteem. Those that have a high self-esteem (as I suppose) kept looking at me or asked me if I wanted something. These cases were rather rare and when the person actually spoke, I muttered a "sorry" and looked away (of course, I don't want to get beaten up). But those aren't the fun ones. The fun people are those that start panicking. I can see it in their eyes as they shift from looking at one object to another, and then back to me in a swift motion, then back to the objects... They start playing with they phones, they start agitating they fingers. I even saw one change seats. Humans are weak, so easy to make uncomfortable. Is it wrong to seek pleasure in such experiments?

Baboons...

While taking the bus back home, I had the opportunity to look at two rather strange individuals. The two "gentlemen" were sitting right next to me. Both had their pants pulled down. I hadn't noticed at first because both their pants and boxers were black. I deduced from that that they must belong to the clan of "black boxermen". While one of them was explaining to the other the concepts of seduction (which were rather primitive), the second was playing a game on his phone. The game was so primitive as his brain. It consisted of a box that had to jump over obstacles. Now if he were to play in silence, I would probably have hardly noticed them. However, this "fine gentleman" simply couldn't contain his excitement. Every time he would loose a round at his idiotic game, he would produce a sound that I found extremely similar to our closest cousins, baboons. 

Here is a video of what he sounded (looked) like. (Ignore 'Murican accent in the background)

Now I was keeping my cool, trying not to do anything irrational. I thought to putting my hand on his shoulder and teaching him a few things about acceptable social conduct (not mentioning self-respect in the way one dresses). Yet realizing how animal-like his behaviour was, I decided it was best if I just changed seats: I did.

Just Looking Around

7:20 – Bus:
There was a young adult sitting at my bus stop listening to music without headphones. When I looked at him, he looked back with a daring gaze. I interpreted that as "yeah, I'm playing my music very loud, what will you do about that?" Confronted with that look I immediately looked away. But then the feeling of weakness flew in. On the bus I noticed that there seems to be an unspoken rule. One is allowed to make eye contact with another person for a brief moment only. Otherwise, as I tested, the person will look away and then look back at you as if he/she was trying to make sure that they are actually the person you're looking at. Is this learned? Are these people aware of their behaviours? Or are we genetically predisposed to know and understand these norms? I don't recall my parents telling me to look at strangers for no more than 2 second. Those who don't have a book or a phone (there was only one person reading) to occupy their gaze will stare at one spot until that spot is filled by a body. In a very crowded bus, I've noticed that people traveling alone tend to look down. 

12:00 – Cafeteria:

Active observation: I immersed myself in a group of people that I knew but that weren't my friends. Since they weren't close to me, I was able to take notes without looking suspicious, they thought I was texting. 

That was the first thing that I noticed was excessive swearing. In order to emphasize an emotion or a feeling they used very vulgar swearing. As someone who values proper English, it was a bit shocking to deal with this. Is this normal? Is this how the majority talks?
It was clear to me that one of the leaders clearly lacked the ability to interest his audience by using only speech. To get this attention, he grabbed hands and gently pushed his interlocutors. To what extend is it all right to touch other individuals? Are there certain norms?

French! Confusingly enough, the conversation often shifted from English to French. French was used in a sarcastic tone, to make fun if an expression. This joke with the same expression was repeated by the same person numerous times. He kept doing that because of the immediate success. I was only annoyed by the redundancy of the joke. Their whole conversation was based on stereotypes. They spoke of Jewish people in a certain way, giving then very pejorative attributes. Then the conversation shifted towards German. At that point I wanted to leave, what they were saying was loud and obnoxious (or maybe I just sympathize too much with Jews and Germans). Right before I left, the apparent leader was bragging quite loudly about his past sexual experiences. While he was preaching, the other 4 people around the table were listening to him quietly, nodding. Was this a way of asserting his position as an "alpha" male? That's what I took out from it. The way he objectified hid partner certainly gave me that impression. To say the least I was embarrassed to be sitting with them, so I got up and left.

4:15 – Bus Back Home:
In the bus I was one again confronted with cocky adolescence of Russian ethnic origin. Since they all spoke Russian and thought nobody understood them they judged every single female person present in the bus. Do they have nothing else to talk about? Do they really think that if they speak Russian it's all right to do that? I've never encountered someone doing that so openly in English or French.