The main problem of people in general, is the aimlessness of their life. They have nothing to structure their time, nothing to live for, nothing to die for. They are at loose end, trying one thing after another.

Having said that I must add I have one thing going for me in spite of this aimlessness, and that is a feeling of surprise. I've always being gifted with astonishment of being born in this world, at this time, with an observer attitude without having to worry about what is happening.

The lack of meaning of my life I have replaced with the honest observation and laughter. I clearly see that in my life nothing has any value, unless I imagine it does. And that is hilarious.

The humanity can't stop its struggle against aging. We are all fighting against nature for decades and centuries without hope to win. We are going to lose and end up muddy, humiliated and without meaning. Old age has no mercy.

Desperate attempts to use creams, running, going to gym, having a new car and find a new, younger woman will only prolong the inevitable. As it should.

We had our youth, we had a good days, if we played it bad... so what? Fuck it!

The aging process begins somewhere in the middle of thirties, depending on whether you're made out of less or more shitty material. The aging is most visible in 50s. People have anguish over their 30th birthday and try to hide their 40th, it is with the 50th that most start to actually see themselves as beginning to be old. Why? I'll tell you...

In 50s you're gaining weight like never before. Except for a handful of people whose metabolism is so fast that it can neutralize the fatty steak eaten in five afternoon with a bottle of wine, all others are sentenced to gain weight - this is the first sign of 50s.

It comes with that age, marriage, divorce, children and work... you're purely destined to became a cynic. You start strongly believing that people are motivated by their self-interest rather than acting for unselfish reasons. But you fail to see that your own future is more important than the moment in which you are... and that is a definite sign of 50s.

You used to wait for the weekend so eagerly; you used to put on the most beautiful shirt heading straight after work to a bar to meet friends and to drink. It takes 50 years and the desire for the Friday night out gradually atrophies, you find yourself at the place when your partner must force you to get out of the couch. You just have no interest to mingle with the crowd, to pay for a beer six times over the price and to wait your turn to pee.

People don't have a life of their own, they live for their children. I'm tired of all this bullshit I have to listen to about children. That's all you hear about, everywhere... Raising children is getting entirely too much attention.  

Regardless if you're married or divorced, single dad or a working mom, who think you're such fucking hero for raising kids, aren't going to like this words, but somebody has to tell you for your own good: your children are overrated and overvalued, and you've turned your life in a wrong way. Eventually you'll be disappointed...

You live for and instead of your kids, and it's not healthy. And don't give me all that shit, "Well, I love my children." Fuck you! Everybody loves their children; the love doesn't make you special.

What I'm talking about is this constant, mindless concerns, this neurotic fixation that suggests that somehow everything has to revolve around the lives of children. It's completely insane way of living.

Today's kids are way too soft. For one thing, there's too much emphasis on safety and safety equipment: childproof medicine bottles, fireproof pajamas, child restraints, car seats. And helmets! Bicycle, baseball, skateboard, scooter helmets. Kids have to wear helmets now for everything but jerking off. Grown-ups have taken all the fun out of being a kid. What's happened is, these baby boomers, these soft, fruity baby boomers, have raised an entire generation of soft, fruity kids who aren't even allowed hazardous toys, for Chrissakes! - George Carlin


Stop dragging your kids all over town in search of empty, meaningless activities to kill time: scouts, swimming, soccer, karate, piano, tennis, bale, salsa, and who knows what else. It's absurd, just for a moment stop it. You want to know how to help your kids? Leave them the fuck alone!