Ograničeno ograničeni

Postoje neke sorte jedinki koje su, eto tako narodski rečeno, smotane. To nije smotanost poput trapavosti, gde poseduješ sposobnost da se stropoštaš čak i o sopstvenu misao, a kamoli da zapneš za stepenik i polomiš vrat. Uvek se nekako sažalim na smotanost i pomognem. Smatram da bi svako trebalo to da uradi. 

Smotane persone su blentave i nikad nisi siguran da li se njihova glupost graniči sa manjkom intelekta ili sa dimom te pogubljenosti u glavi.  

Ipak, blentavost zna da se promeni, da nekako mutira i preraste u kurčenje na više nivoa. Tada se svaki vid želje da pomognem gubi. Tada želim zaista da te uništim, makar i u svojoj glavi, jer neću da dozvolim da me pas kojeg sam hranila ujede. 

Verbalni napad je neminovan.

Osobe koje traže pomoć i posle histerišu, brecaju se i povrh svega prete, neka se lepo eliminišu iz društvenih odnosa i uginu u sopstvenoj gluposti i blentavosti.

Ako neko radi nešto kako treba i pri tome radi za tebe, ne mešaj mu se u posao. To važi za obe strane. 

Blentava osoba je često i ograničena, nekada opasna po živce onoga ko je sušta suprotnost. Ograničeni ljudi imaju više sreće nego pameti. Ograničeni ne misle nekoliko koraka unapred. Ograničeni ne projektuju situacije. Ograničeni ne znaju šta hoće. 

Ukoliko te blentava jedinka zamoli nešto, nsročito ako je digitalno nepismena, potpuno legitiman odgovor je: ,,aj ne". Digitalna nepismenost nije strašna, sve može da se nauči, samo što su digitalna nepismenost i blentavost gadna kombinacija. 

Mislim da više nikad neću pomoći blentavoj personi koja je pri tome u digitalnom kamenom dobu. I svako ko to čini, trebalo bi  te nezainteresovane neznalice, koje se valjaju u svom neosnovanom sampouzdanju, da oleši od para i mirno spava. 

MM

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Februar & Kapitalizam

Salve srca i crvenih nijansi u svakom budžaku grada. Onaj mali odapinje strele u svim pravcima i samo čekam da ga pronađem i u tek otvorenom, tetrapaku jogurta. Izlozi ponovo ispunjeni znakom procentam, ali sitnim slovima dole piše ,,samo za zaljubljene''. To je onaj dan u mesecu februaru kada možeš i džabe kolač da proždrneš, ako povedeš svoju drugu, neću reći bolju, polovinu. Ne, nikada neću prihvatiti tu glupost od praznika, koji je stvoren da se izmame pare za kupovinu medveda i koještarija koje su crvene boje. Ne, niste romantični ako idete na ,,dejt'' na taj izmišljeni dan. Ne, niste interesantni sa statusima u kojima čestitate taj praznik. Ne, nema ničega lepog u tome. Monopolisti trljaju ruke svake godine sve više i svaki put pridaju sve veći značaj. Prezasićnost je dovela i do mrzitelja ovog dana, čak i ako je zaljubljen. Generalizovaću i rećiću da svi ti poklon manijaci, ne kupuju ništa drugoj osobi tokom cele godine, ali naravno to nije tako. Bilo kako bilo, struje su podeljene, na one u kojima kulja bes, i na one euforične. Nešto kao Nova godina u sred februara. To je onaj dan kada sve vrišti od ljubavi. Namerno.

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February & Capitalism

Too much hearts and red coloured tones in every corner of the town. That little guy is shooting arrows  in every directions. I wait to find him in this yogurt I've just opened. Windows of shops are again filled up with that percent sign, but somewhere in the corner with it is written with small letters that discount only works for couples. That is the day in February when you can even grab a free cake if you bring your other, I won't say better, half with you. No, I'd never accept that stupid holiday, which is made up to take the money from you for fluffy bears and other reddish nonsense. No, you're not romantic if you have a date on that day. No, you're not interesting with all statuses where you greet this holiday. There is no beauty in it. All that glut made a serious number of  Valentine's haters. I'd allowed myself to generalize and say that those gift maniacs buy something for those who love only on that day. But of course it is not like that. Anyway, this day divided people on two side, those who are furious, and those who are euphoric about it. Something like New Year in the middle of the February. That is the day when everything screams from love. On purpose.

MM

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Ovo (ni)je još jedna lančana poruka

Najomraženija pojava među sms porukama, e-mailovima, privatnim porukama na društevnim mrežama, statusima, tvitovima, a od relativno skoro i po aplikacijama. Nešto što donosi nesreću, ukoliko se opsesivno ne pošalje određenom broju prijatelja. Nešto što deli sve korisnike na one koji histerično šalju sadržaj i na one koji hladnokrvno u mislima ubijaju one koje su ih poslali.

Desiće ti se nereća u roku od odmah, budeš li mi poslao-la, još jedan ovaj visokointeligentni sadržaj. Uspešno izbegavajući ove sadržaje godinama, lančanu glupost je stigla i do mene. Ne, ovo ne znači da sam prihvatila postojanje lančanih, teških, srceparajućih priča koje se završavaju ultimatumom. Naleteh na sasvim simpatične odgovore na pitanja, čiji je cilj zabava i naravno da podeliš sa još par prijatelja. Hm, vrlo verovatno, ne. Dvadestak pitanja sa svesnim davanjem bizarnih odgovora, pod kontrolom sopstvenih muzičkih izbora. Evo o čemu se radi (sa mojim odgovorima):

  

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Not Another Chain Message

The most hateful thing among txt messages, e/mails, private messages on social networks, tweets, an recently among phone applications. Something that brings you a bad luck if it hasn't obsessively sent to strictly determined number of friends. Something that divides all users on those who believe in it and those who cold-blooded kill senders in their minds. I mean if u send me this highly-intelligent content ever again, bad luck will happen immediately.For years I successfully avoided these contents, but recently chain stupidity appeared in my virtual surroundings. This doesn't mean that I accepted the existence these chain, hard to manage, heart-breaking stories that ends up with an ultimatum. I saw some quietly interesting answers to some questions. The goal is to have fun, and of course to share it with some friends. Hm, probably not. About twenty questions with consciously giving bizzare answers, and everything under control your taste of music.This is what is all about (with my answers):

1. Put your mp3 (mp4, I pod, music player or whatever) on shuffle

2. For each question, press the next button to get your answer

3. YOU MUST WRITE THAT SONG NAME NO MATTER HOW SILLY IT SOUNDS!

4. Do your own, tag at least 5 people - um, no.

1. WHAT IS YOUR MOTO?

Love song

2. WHAT DO YOUR FRIENDS THINK OF YOU?

Ashes to ashes

3. WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT VERY OFTEN?

The pretender

4. WHAT IS 2+2?

It's no good

5. WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR BEST FRIEND?

Crystal

6. WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT THE PERSON YOU LIKE?

Corrupt.

7. WHAT IS YOUR LIFE STORY?

Destroy everything you touch

8. WHAT DO YOU WANT TO BE WHEN YOU GROW UP?

Fly away

9. WHAT DO YOU THINK WHEN YOU SEE THE PERSON YOU LIKE?

Secret to the end

10. WHAT DO YOUR PARENTS THINK OF YOU?

Why'd u always call me when you high?

11. WHAT WILL YOU DANCE TO AT YOUR WEDDING?

Blue monday

12. WHAT WILL THEY PLAY AT YOUR FUNERAL?

Psycho killer

13.WHAT IS YOUR HOBBY/INTEREST?

Karmacoma

14. WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST SECRET?

Epic

15. WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR FRIENDS?

Unthinkable

16. WHAT IS THE WORST THING THAT COULD HAPPEN?

Turning tables

17. HOW WILL YOU DIE?

The pain that i am used to

18. WHAT IS THE ONE THING YOU WILL REGRET?

Closer

19. IF YOU COULD GO BACK IN TIME, WHAT WOULD YOU CHANGE?

World in my eyes

20. WHAT HURTS RIGHT NOW?

So, into you

Došla, videla, pobedila. Glupost. Ali, smešna.

Came, Saw, Conquered. Stupidity. But fun one.

MM

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