Good things come in small packages...

It's been a while since I posted anything here.
The reason is simple:
I've been busier than Liberace would have been in the Vatican.
But I've got a few seconds now, and some inspiration.
It's been a while since I had both at the same time.
But hey, let's get on with today's little wisdom...

Good things come in small packages.
Today I got a large package from two friends.
But it contained several smaller packages.
And those smaller packages contained things that touched me deeply.
And I don't mean in a "catholic priest visits a school"-kinda way...
No, no no no.... I mean that in a good way.
A great way.
A speshul way...
Some of the things brought back some special memories.
Some others were just hitting a special string.
All of it was good.

Now, I know that not all those who spend their "lives" behind a computer may have such close friends (or any friends at all, for that matter... hey, you're sitting here reading a crappy blog...) so I'll try and translate this wisdom to their (or your) situation.
I could use one of my older wisdoms about the test of manliness, but I'd rather use the example of the big, hard turd that won't budge for other purposes.
So, let's try this for size;
Let's say, someone sends you two packages.
One giant package, and one small one.
You open the giant one, and out comes this big black violent mofo who beats the living crap out of you, then brutally proves to you that it's true what they say about black men...
Trust me, not being able to sit down for months, is NOT a good thing.
After this ordeal, you somehow manage to turn back time... or you just repress the memory about being taken up the butt by a man who's hung like a churchtower...
Whichever the case, now you open the smaller package...
Out jumps this tiny Japanese guy.... he karate-chops the living crap out of you and brutally proves to you that it's true what they say about gnomes -- ewp, sorry, I meant Asian men...
Now, wouldn't that be a lot better than what the black guy in this example did to you?
Point made, enough said...

Seriously...

This little wisdom really needs to be shared.
I've been the kind of person who's very serious about things that matter, but I'm also the guy who will break the tension with a joke or a fart.
I like to joke around, like to make people laugh, but I also like to see people do the same.
There are too many, though, who take even the lightest things in life too seriously.
To those I say:
Go fuck yourselves.
It really isn't worth hating someone the rest of your life and making an ass out of yourself, just because he or she gets more attention than you.
It is worth the effort to joke along, and possibly end up getting more attention that way.
Stop taking little shit too serious, or you will end up being seriously taken, rather than being taken seriously.
And that's today's little wisdom.

Nobody fucks with the Wolf.

A long time ago I was called "Big_Bad_Wolf".
I was one of the two original ones.
The two of us had a gentleman's agreement about usage of the name on IRC.
Everything went well, there was no confusion, both of us used the name and everybody knew it was in use by both of us.
But after a few years our original IRC network (not "our" as in property, but we hung out there) shut down rather unexpectedly, driving entire communities apart.
We lost track of eachother, and I ended up roaming many, many networks in search of lost friends that remained lost.
On those many networks, it turned out every assclown with a desire to act bad-ass was claiming the name Big_Bad_Wolf.
So, the name too became lost.
I spent some time going by other, inferior names, until I figured "Blackblood" fitted me well.
Unfortunately, after going by that name for a while, it turned out someone else already went by that name in other places that I visited too, and he had a legit claim to it - Not only did he get it first, it also fitted him.
After that I used "Blackblood73", and another variation, but it just didn't do enough to distinguish between us, so I went looking for another name again.
Several inferior and some even down right ridiculous names were tried, until I decided to simply go for "Biggest_Baddest_Wolf".
A variation on my original name, with an added notion of how I was - and am - the biggest and baddest, the only remaining original, the Alpha male of Big_Bad_Wolves.
And it was a good choice.
It fit me like handlotion fits a hand.
I was me again, there were no misunderstandings (well, a few from wanna-be copycats but they were soon sorted out and dealt with) and the Wolf was back in his forest.
And after a long time, the fakers started to lose interest in "Big_Bad_Wolf" long enough for me to reclaim that name at least on one network.
Surprisingly, the new group of friends that had grown around the Wolf had always considered that name as mine.
The wisdom in this story:
Fakers can be takers, but in the end they lose it all again.
And only the original will always be the same.

To the ladies...

This little wisdom goes out to the ladies, but I've also got something for the other party which gets mentioned in this article.

Ladies, we know that not all guys are decent, and even the decent ones sometimes end up hurting.
It makes you feel crappy, which is a natural reaction, and as such a perfectly valid one.
However, here's the point I want to make:
Ladies, don't feel like shit over a guy.
The bad guys, they aren't worth feeling like shit over.
They're sleezebags, you can get better, and you should get better.
The good guys, it's okay to feel bad over them for a short while but not too long.
A good guy will not want you to feel like shit over him, a good guy will not have too much trouble to face the fact that you might have to move on to a better guy.
Besides, even a good guy is not worth feeling bad over for too long.
No man is worth feeling bad over for too long, trust me, I should know, I've been a man for 32 years and several months now.
33 years and some months, if we include the time I spent in the womb...

Now, this one goes out to the crappy guys, the wanna-be's, the ones who give men a bad name:
Stop whatever fucking games you're playing, come clean, and make a choice.
You can't have your cake and eat it, if that cake has feelings.
Start showing some sincerity, some sincere respect, to the ones you're bullshitting.
It will be much more rewarding in the end.
If a lying sack of shit gets lucky all the time, just think how lucky you'd be getting if you were a decent guy.

And here's one for the good guys:
Yes, life sucks...
And yes, we will probably be the guys who die alone, with nobody knowing.
But goddamnit, I'll gnaw off my own balls before giving up on being a decent guy, I've fought too hard, too long to keep it up, giving up now would be betrayal to myself - and I'm sure that it would be the same for other good guys.
Besides, I have a deep-rooted hatred towards lying shitbags... if I became one myself, I'd have to face that part of me which remains good... and nobody wants to face a pissed-off Biggest_Baddest_Wolf!
So, keep up the good stuff, and you won't end up with me tearing you a new hole.