"the lad recalled the night when tantrums were thrown, angst released and the multiple whatthefucks were questioned. at that point of time, it seemed more like an act of desperation rather than a demand for personal guidance. but that was months ago. circumstances persistently change as much as the celebrities change their spouses. the lad remembered the night when bats roamed restlessly at (probably) the smell of fag smoke, his regular fuck-offs to the bats in a conversational manner because he was actually scared of them but stood there anyway because the night was actually beautiful and remembered his subsequent act of kneeling down as if submitting to whichever thing or force or being that was present that night. now, trivial issues are no longer bothersome. the lad finds tranquility in thinking about why the shiites are all over the sunnis's asses or vice versa, which hadiths to follow religiously, understand sonthi's quest in sawadikaland, whether or not to support americanisation and more of the this shit and that shit. the lad's still young but he's pretty much jaded with the rat race he's in. exactly the reason why he can't afford to have another personal issue in his mind. of course, not until he has straightened up his mind up properly. one thing's for sure though: it won't happen anytime soon."