“…use. Dispose otherwise. I’m not [the] type to be kept in the drawer.” a status pops-up on my facebook news feed. This single line made me realize once again that words are the second most powerful thing in the world after Bojangles’ deep fried chicken and biscuits. (www.bojangles.com)

Because words make you think – about the past, the present and the future. I am sure the quote I brought up is understood in different ways by different people, but for me it resonated a god damn simple and straight forward expression: Use. Dispose otherwise. I am not the type to be kept in the ‘fucking’ drawer.

However, the interesting thing here is that it triggered my mind to start wandering into the wild. After sometime of chaotic thoughts it finally settled down on a ridiculous one.

Is the expression “Заяаны хань зам дээр байдаг.” actually true? That's where it settled down, really...!? And fuck my lack of logical reasoning as I had no idea how the thoughts progressed up ‘till here. There gotta be a connection, c’mon.

>.<
[angry face]

Anyways, my answer to the question is that I actually believe in it. Why? Not sure. What I know for sure is that I used to disagree with it. Strongly disagree. I believed one had to work hard, real hard, to harvest the delicious red apple from the tree. Again, that is an “I used to” statement. Not sure where the transition of opinion happened. Now, as of today, the opinion is heavily weighted towards the “oh mighty destiny, I will shut up and let you control the outcomes”.

I have an unproven theory why this could have happened – it is a “defense mechanism”. When someone gets fucked over and over again, the person unconsciously develops this anti-fuck over mentality that makes the person believe the fate is the one that plays the puppeteer role, furthermore making the person slack off and back down from “it was meant to be” opportunities. Have you ever read a book called “Brida” by Paulo Coelho? Yes, then you would understand why I wrote opportunities, not opportunity. The theory is still raw, but you never know.

I took a deep sigh.

[Music mumbling in the background…]

♩♫♪♬♩
…For the good of all of us.
Except the ones who are dead.
But there's no sense crying over every mistake.
You just keep on trying till you run out of cake…
♩♫♪♬♩

(Can you guess the song?)