After Action [COMPLETED]

[GR] "SENTIMENTS ON CHRISTMAS . . ."

Here are two topics I've written as Christmas is drawing near.

Written 11 December 2019

Christmas is getting nearer with each passing day . . . but Christmas wishlists are becoming a joke to me. (I think Christmas wishlists are a big joke propagated by a gluttonous system called consumerism; it never comes true, anyways). However, if I were to play along with that joke, my wish this Christmas is for my specs to come back to its rightful owner.

When translated to an item from 'Dead by Daylight', that pair of glasses, which this Internet "mercenary" will only call 'Prescription Glasses', is a common item that gives me a much-needed boost in vision―i. e., everything I see on the foreground will be on crisp, clear HD; objects at the background is not badly blurred; text written in a 12-point font is legible for up to 1.25 metres; and reaction times will significantly increase whenever I'm on the wheel . . .

Unless someone will gift me an "ultra-rare" pair of glasses (prices start at PhP 30,000.00 minimum), I'll just "pray" to the "four gods of Chaos" that my own specs will be returned. It has been, more or less, half-a-year since then. And I'm already fed up with waiting.

Side note: maybe it's high time for me to expand my Hawaiian polo collection.

Written 14 December 2019

Christmas is getting nearer with each passing day . . . but I'm not in the mood to be "generous". I'm still in the process of making a part of my life all the demons I've been battling for years, and I don't have time to give anything to my so-called "godchildren". Besides, will my "soul" go to "heaven" if I do my duty as a godfather, among other things? My answer is a big fat "No." You see, "Heaven", "Hell", the "Purgatory", and all other religious concepts from around the world―even the "Creation myths"―are just that―"concepts". Also, I am of the belief that when a person dies, their consciousness―or "soul", whichever one prefers―will slowly fade away into the eternal "void", as the brain, heart, lungs, and other vital organs within the human body starts to shut down. (I do, however, have this quirky, contradictory belief that what remains of a dead person's existence is a kind of energy that, 1: exists on a metaphysical plane, and 2: slowly fizzles away into nothingness―as in the rough definition of "entropy". But that'll be a story for another time.)

I can feel that the struggles I've faced alone all these years has totally affected my social relationships with people. But I'm just putting on a façade―my best mask, because dealing with complete strangers―dealing with their bullshit―is part and parcel of everyday life, especially in the age of connectivity. To be brutally honest, I've just had enough; I find social interactions of any kind tiring. And with the "Season of Giving" only a few days away, I'm going to deal with more bullshit from people I don't even know―no thanks to my dad. Besides, why should I actually give away a portion of the cash I might get this Christmas to some random kid whom my dad calls my own "godson"? Jesus fucking Christ―the kid's parents are the ones benefiting, not the child itself.

If I can only be an asshole for once . . .