In My Not-So-Humble Opinion

Sometimes it is nice to sit in the dark, don't you think so? You get to relax a bit. No judgmental looks, no bright lights coming from freshly polished cars bought by the tears of crying kids waiting for their fathers to come home. No fancy dolls covered with make up, with their fancy phones, and with their air-kissing clearly displaying the disgust of mutual contact. No plastic, no fakes that cause that vomiting response in your belly for which at that moment you just can't pinpoint the reason why do you actually feel that. You don't need to look at the 100 year old creep in the suit, trying to blackmail a 25 year old secretary to go with him to a business trip. You don't witness those packs of animals devouring the socially awkward kid in the group, you don't get to see the asshole shit all over the people around him. No sharp smiles, fueled by sarcasm, smirking at you as if their hearts pump blood only for you, while actually al...

I have to admit that what I am writing right now is greatly influenced by a song from the soundtrack of BBC's series Sherlock: It is a theme of a story where Sherlock, gets introduced to Irene Adler,or as he called her "the woman". As the story goes,she was the only woman that ever tricked Sherlock, and the only one he ever really loved. However, as a series of events happen, he says farewell to Irene, lets her go, and never looks back. Now, in my opinion this is more then just a cliche love story, and as the song's chords go, I can sense a determination, a strong, conscious determination, a result of a common sense, a mind taught to rationalize and deduce conclusions, where one sees that something ended, and that looking back would just make the things worse. For you, for others, for everyone.   The worse thing that you could do after seeing that something blew up in your face is doing the same thing again.People could wonder why would anyone wan...