Bears aren't scared of bullies

True fact, I heard it on the news, I think. And you're supposed to make bears scared of you by acting real big. Ergo: You > bears > bullies! In terms of fear! Bullies should be doubled scared of you! Or something!

Anyways, why is it that the dirtiest alcohols are also the dirtiest? Haha, answer: because they're dirty. But also, they have the best and classiest labels. Exhibit A: Jack Daniel's. It has an awesome label. So awesome, in fact, that douchebags the world over pay to put it on their chest. Not that that means anything, douchebags will put anything on their chest, but still, it's something? I guess? Anyways, it's a cool label. Exhibit B: Budweiser. It's disgusting, but the label is pretty damn neat. It has all these fancy swirls on it and what I think is a manifesto, but it's in French so I can't read it. 

I guess you can't really trust appearances, at least with alcohol. The things with the best packages are the worst. I don't get it, shouldn't beauty be both inner and outer? I honestly do not understand. 

Maybe things need to be updated every once in a while. Budweiser and JD needs this in both packaging and taste, I'd say. Things need to change every so often, or else you get caught in this loop of the same old thing and the same old stories. 

I don't know. I say that a lot on here, but it's as true now as it is when I started. I don't know. I don't know myself and I don't know other people and I don't know much about the bit of everything that I do know. And I don't trust myself enough to accept this, I don't trust myself enough to write down everything on here. 

Because, fact of the matter: I don't know, 

The end. 

Hatch a scheme

That's an order. There aren't enough schemes these days. There aren't enough grand gestures, not enough noble heroes or dastardly villains, so go out there and hatch a scheme to get the girl and save the day and take over the world. 

Anyways, it's snowing in Montreal. I think this is the first time I have been in Montreal while it's snowing and it is a city that is made for snow. I don't know how to explain it, but there's more beauty to it, like the buildings aren't designed for summer afternoons or autumn mornings, but for winter nights, when it's cold and windy but the snow makes everything pretty damn beautiful. 

And I guess there's a give and take for everything, winter's cold because if it wasn't, snow wouldn't be as pretty.

I have a backlog of hourly haikus from a few days ago, I couldn't post then for some reason, WHO KNOWS!

(10:22 pm)

Deflowering

Wine glasses with

milk and cookies

(11:23 pm)

Discussing a 

glorified future with 

my worried girl

(12:47 am)

Music reminding

me of my first day

with my girl.

(1:18 am)

Messing with fonts

and margin sizes

in late fall.

(2:27 am)

Flipping through books

- This house is

now a home

(3:01 am)

Migrating -

too many strings

hold me back

(4:39 am)

Wow - 

Bullshit and

Mythbusters

(5:20 am)

Achieving flow

with extravagant

balderdash.

(6:09 am)

Winter's

dark

6 am.

(6:33 am) B-B-B-BONUS!

Beautiful bird

- just call me

bird.

(7:09 am)

Crow flies by

in front of

hazy church.

(11:45 am)

Rolling out of

bed -

cursing in fall

(12:33 pm)

Opening blinds -

Sunlight in the

heavens

(1:40 pm)

I missed the boat

but I'd rather

stay

(2:15 pm)

EPIPHANY

Sidney love

poetry

(3:29 pm)

Portly guy

sweeping

in Autumn

(4:39 pm)

Dry ramen, 

crunchy and

destructive

(5:54 pm)

Fuck you life, 

I'm finally

done

(8:24 pm)

M&M's -

Peanut butter

and almond.

(9:15 pm)

Phone five

gone

horribly wrong

(10:37 pm)

Hydroplaning

dolphins in

early winter

(11:47 pm)

"It's about a 

bath house -

for spirits."

(12:27 am)

Failed internet

- just want

sleep

(8:33 am)

Garble

farble

mcdargle

(11:50 am)

Blinds closed

- drops of rain 

on the window

(12:50 pm)

Smoke 

in front of

black building

(1:39 pm)

How I met 

your mother -

Painfully awkward

(2:47 pm)

What?

Shopping?

Awesome!

Loving in truth a star

'Sup,

It seems like I'm alternating months around here. Tight, I can deal with that. Well, maybe, maybe not, y'know, I play it by ear, because I'm down like 'dat.

I've been thinking about ideals and morality and all that fly-ass shit. For a long time, I have been pro-gay community. It's just to be expected, I come from an arts high school, after all. In my personal strand, 40% of the guys were gay and I think one was asexual, I was never exactly sure. Anyways, point is, I'm down with the gays, still am, they're just people, know what I mean? Anyways, since I got to university, a lot of my friends are from the mid-east, and not to say all mid-easters are intolerant to gay people, but my personal experience points to yes, they are. My problem with all of this, besides their perspective being what I consider disgusting and backwards, they're basically good guys. They pay for drinks, they play videogames, they bullshit with each other. And I can't reconcile these differences in my head. I can disagree with them, but the arguments go nowhere, because I don't understand them, and they don't understand me. I can't just cut them out of my life, because they're always at my apartment, and it would be terribly damaging to my happiness if I did that, because, as I said, they're basically good guys.

So what do I do? I can't just keep quiet, but I can't argue about it, either. The debates go nowhere and piss me off. And this sort of bred-in-the-bones thinking cannot keep on going on. If I was really a good person, if I stood up for what I believe in, then I would convince them, or at least teach them tolerance, so they pass tolerance onto their kids. Because I honestly think we need this equality, I don't see how the world can keep on going while this sort of intolerance is occurring.

I don't know, part of me wants to get pissed off and righteous about these causes, but another part of me is just telling that part to chill. Because heres the deal: I don't want to save the world. It'd be cool if I could help, and I think the world does need saving, but I don't want to go on a one-man crusade to fix everything. Or maybe I do, fuck, I don't know, it's 2:20 in the morning and I have an essay due tomorrow and I want to simultaneously do and not do everything in the world. Tonight I was talking to my girl, and she wants to live big, to have glory and recognition. But she also wants to live in a small town in Italy. I don't know, we all have contradictions. Glaring contradictions.

As I said, it'd be great if I could help, though.

Oh, and hourly haiku are happening again. Hopefully for a long time.

-Lee Molnar