Lunacy is a state of mind...

So... It seem's I finally got around to this whole typing of letters thing... It's rather funny really. It goes click clickety click whenever I press the keyboard... You should definately try this typing of letters thing, if you haven't already...

So, setting aside further distractions, from lit up LED displays and fancy things around my desk, I guess I should actually write something. You know, what with my new found knowledge of keyboard typing and all.
I can't help but wonder if God intended for this to happen though, you know, the internet, and the rather degenerate lifestyle of the human race since it's discovery... This is said of course, while denying the obvious fact that I don't believe he's even there, but let's go along with that notion for a little while and see where it takes us... It's the kind of thought that bears similarity to bad raviolli in that aspect. You know you shouldn't do it. But if you do, it might just take you places you never thought you'd go... Weather or not you wanted to go there, or ever wish to visit again is up for debate, but new places none the less.

Places where gas fluctuations and diarrhea are to ones social interactions, as sexually arrousing dreams and stains on ones underwear are to people who've been single for too long. Inevidable, dominating and rather undesirable. This is of course mainly because they remind you of the somewhat comical, albiet pathetic position, you now occupy in this world we seem to share with what I'm told, is 6 billion other people.
6 billion people, who for some reason all hate each other, and throw bombs and stuff after each other, despite never having met, let alone understanding each others languages, thus preventing them from actually knowing what it is they've all gotten so worked up about in the first place...Still, I guess we all need a hobby...

It is rather funny though if you think about it. A few decades ago, we didn't even know there were any other people around to have wars with. We just killed each other, now the world has allegedly become so small, that you can meet anyone anywhere. I know I did while backpacking... I was in the outback of Australia, working in a park, a sort of natural reserve / volcanic wildlife thing, if you will... When I met some people who 10 years ago, lived on my street, back home, on the other side of the planet. Not that I knew them or, truth be told, cared much, but it does go to show:
The world has apparently become so small, that this is indeed possible to meet people who you never thought you'd meet, this being mainly because you had no idea they existed. Yet still too large to get your mail sent out on time, let alone to the right place... Sometimes I wonder where it all went wrong.

My guess, is television!
It keeps telling us how cool eveything is, and how many people are having really big parties right now. Parties that only include naked people. Actually, that's all it seems to tell us. That everyone out there is living cooler and wilder lives than us... Come to think of it, if someone was observing earth at the moment, via television, they'd probably think the entire race spent it's time either:

Getting involved in intrigues about who shagged who's sister and why the baby is black.
Living with gay people and having whacky adventures while interior decorating.
Shooting each other, or trying to persicute said gay people because they have said whacky adventures¹.

Adventures, which are normally confined to their private bedrooms, with other gay adventurers, minding their own gay business. This obviously violates society's principals of privacy² and thus defiles everything good and pure about the world, bringing our very culture in peril of destruction, as is writtin in some musty old book, by a bunch of people who thought women were demons and not to be consorted with.
This in turn led to very little sex, which then most probably led to explain their bad tempers, which again goes to explain why everyone in this book always get's burnt, chopped into tiny little bits, or even, if the mood takes them, get's nailed to pieces of wood. Usually this will happen to the likes of devious people who walk around suggesting if maybe it wouldn't be an idea to be nice to each other once in a while...
Obviously, you cannot run a society or religion, who's main principal is tolerance and understanding, on being nice... This goes without saying. People might get the wrong idea, that they could actually live their own lives, instead of obeying rules.

The only thing that doesn't make sense, is how something run by a bunch of old men, who think women are posessed by demons, can then turn around and persicute all men out there, who took it literally, and desided to ditch the whole "woman" thing all together...You'd think they'd have their blessing?... Possibly even backing³. But no, for some odd reason, this instead lead to more being chased around by people with pointy sticks, and generally more being nailed to pieces of wood.
It's funny how that all works...

Cheers!
- The Bedlamite

¹ Or as is my guess, because they seem hell bent on decorating everybody's houses, despite not being invited to do so in the first place.

² What people do at home, behind closed doors, is societies business and if society, being compromised mainly of old people, don't like it, it's wrong.

³ Pun intended… Possibly.