As the smallest sliver of light begins to turn the black night's sky navy blue, everything is perfect. In a few hours, the sun will rise, but this perfect moment will live in my memory forever.
Society is like a chain. Over time, society has learned that it is only as strong as its weakest links, the people. Put too much stress on the chain, the weakest links break, and society falls apart. So, the rules were created to protect the weak links and make sure that the chain doesn't fall apart.
I was walking down Las Vegas Boulevard last night when I overheard two fat girls complaining that "… guys only go for dumb girls," and they followed that statement with the question, "Wouldn't a guy want to be with a girl he can have an intelligent conversation with?" Conversations like this drive me nuts, so it's time to ignore the politically correct approach and set the record strait.
A guy who is 100 pounds overweight, with no friends, girlfriend, or job, who sits at home playing video games is supposed to be depressed. That's the way nature has evolved us. In the game of survival of the fittest, it feels good to be the alpha male and it feels bad not to be. If it wasn't that way, what reason would a guy have to go out and succeed? Failure is supposed to hurt, so we avoid it. Success is supposed to feel good, so we seek it. If a person can sit at home, loaded on Prozac, completely happy with their worthless life, what reason do they have to better themselves?