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Why was you looking at I? (Part II)

The ancient man had so much to discover. The world was surely his oyster.But what do we do now? Try to get out and find meanings outside our globe. This is a personal view but Ithink if we were to find some sort of revelation in the sky that we already didn’t know of, we would have been given super-powers to explore better. Yeah, yeah space expeditions and stuff! Find me an alien and we’ll get talking. See we’re already bored of the Earth!

But come on, how much longer do you think we would go on anyway? A few hundreds or thousands of years? I’m pretty sure we won’t cross the million or billion years mark. And even if we do, I’m absolutely certain that we would not look like the attractive ensembles we currently are. Contrary to beliefs, I would disagree with you that we would become better-looking. I understand looking good is subjective but you must also understand that a three-legged sloth wouldn't make for a super-model. Yes, three-legged sloths! What if we are destined to turn into horrible giant sloths with no brain and only the need to fill our stomachs? 
Yes, you never imagined evolution to take this dirty path, did you?

Sorry for going on like that. You see it is not something I can control. This brain of which we use a mere 3 or 5% is quite mammoth an amount for me. For I’m no scientist or mathematician or an engineer. I don’t NEED to use a lot of my brain. So the only task it performs is thinking. And then it usually comes up with rather unbelievable concepts that hurt other people’s sensibilities. Like this girl just came and looked at me with convulsing eyes. I think she read the headline too. Everybody has become Microsoft Word!

But why was you looking at I? That is the question. Yes, you with those judgemental eyes and that meddling grin. I know you have been observing this obnoxious write-up for long. And I know exactly what you’re thinking. Don’t pity me. Go live your stupendous, larger-than-life life. Just remember, the three-legged sloth from the future doesn't give a shit about your achievements and metals.

And finally if you got what I’m saying, you must understand that this two-piece set was entirely for you. You asshole!You can call yourself privileged or fortunate or just eh… for this advice that is coming your way.

Don’t make everybody else into a dumb, numb, thumb-sucking coward so that you can beat your trumpets of victory. You haven’t won. You have just escaped a crisis. It shall hit you years from now. The ones who are below are the ones who would rule you. Because you’ll be old and powerless.You’ll cringe at the thought of change even though you know you caused it. The world would end and at that moment none of your ballet-dancing skills would come in handy.

…forget to remember. Be confused to understand. And den probably, in sum odd way we would come togeder and us shall mak a better, if not intelligent,fyuchur.

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