If I wore a mood ring, it would turn red and then explode

Patch Adams: [Patch addresses God while he stands on a cliff, contemplating suicide]

"So what now, huh? What do you want from me? Yea, I could do it. We both know you wouldn't stop me. So answer me, please. Tell me what you're doing. Okay, let's look at the logic. You create man. Man suffers enormous amounts of pain. Man dies. Maybe you should have had just a few more brainstorming sessions prior to creation. You rested on the seventh day, maybe you should have spent that day on compassion."

What do you do when you're simply boiling over with rage and you have no idea why? You're seeing RED and I mean ruby bloody red. But why? What pissed you off so much?

Hmm...let's see now... could it be because the world is a messed up place and romantic idiots that human beings are, we like it that way? We define our reality by the amount of pain in it and then feel oh so accomplished because life has "taught" us so much and given us so much to whine and bitch about.
Or could it be because your entire life increasingly seems more and more ridiculously meaningless. What you thought were your happiest memories now seem fake and hollow and make you want to throw up all over yourself.
Oh no wait, maybe it's just that you feel like a frikkin alien on this beautiful planet of ours. You have no idea how to connect with people and the things that matter to them. And you have no interest in 99% of all worldly matters.
Then again you might be pissed off because you're loosing your religion, your beliefs, the basic ideas about life that formed the backbone of everything you did and how you lived your life. Suddenly you're thinking that life might not be so full of hope and passion after all. Maybe it actually IS just one short, pointless stab of pain before its all over.
What do you do when you're so terribly angry that you feel like you'll never find peace? Ever.

Or maybe you're just angry because the truth is, you're not angry at all. You're not anything. You don't give a rat's ass about the world, its problems or its people. You can't get yourself to care about anything at all. You've been consumed by the worst of all diseases -indifference. And more than anything else, you're angry at yourself for that.


Yeah, I know, I have anger issues.

Bird Spy Project Report -Here's the dirt

[For those of you who don't know what the Bird Spy project is, kindly refer to my previous post.]

Yeah, so the whole daily project report thing didn't happen. There just wasn't that much to write about. Twitter was painfully boring! If I thought that there was even the slightest chance that twitter would seduce me, I was so wrong. So, here is my first and final Bird Spy project report.

I joined twitter and started "following" about 72 people that twitter recommended I follow. By the end of Day 1, I had about 8 followers of my own. First of all, what is this following stuff all about? It seems as though twitter is the biggest endorser of stalking in the world. I follow you, you follow someone else, they follow me... we all go around in circles. What fun.

So anyway, my Twitter home page started to show me random rubbish from 72 different people. Taking my cue from them, I started to post random rubbish of my own. It was like a whole world of people talking to themselves. There was this class of the twitter elite who posted stuff almost every 5 minutes or so. Even for the sake of research, I could never get myself to join that particular class. I could barely update my profile every hour or so and even that was only because I was trying so hard.

What would you possible tweet about, if you spend so much of your time tweeting? Shouldn't you maybe get your butt away from the computer and actually do something worth tweeting about? Otherwise wouldn't your Twitter profile eventually end up looking something like this:

Birdbrain @ 9:30 pm Had a burger and fries for dinner

Birdbrain @ 9:32 pm Twittered about my dinner

Birdbrain @ 9:34 pm Twittered about twittering about my dinner

Birdbrain @ 9:36 pm Wondering what to twitter about next

Birdbrain @ 9:38 pm Twittered about wondering what to twitter

Birdbrain @ 9:40 pm Twitter rocks. Whoopie bloody doo.

It's madness. Pure unadulterated madness. These people need nirvana from the cycle of twittering and thinking about twittering. There really is more to life. Seriously!
So, on this happy note, I declare the Bird Spy Project closed.
In the end, joining Twitter is a personal choice. It just isn't for me or for people like me, that's all.
RIP Twitter