Humans are disposable.. Just don't get a hard-on from hitting one of them..

Its now 05.49am and I can't sleep. I feel tired but coming off the night shift at work throws your bodyclock into a complete quandry. I feel tired, but I think my body feels like it should be guiding some drunk idiot through configuring his wireless modem while he shouts deaths threats at me. Therefore, I'm in a tired but sleepless state.

So, I've decided to write up something I thought about while lying here about the movie myself and fuckdoll saw yesterday: "Surrogates", starring the hard to be killed, Bruce Willis.

Great movie, first off. The storyline (which I can cover without ruining the plot to the whole thing) is that something like 98% of the world's population stays physically at home and sits in a chair with sensors and such. This allows them to send out a robot version of themselves into the real world. This is marketed in the movie as a way to stay 100% safe as, even if you are ass-raped by a rabid gorilla, you remain safe at home.

All this causes an interesting side effect - no one gives a shit about another person's safety. The "people" you see out and about are disposable. And this is what I want to talk about with the real world as we know it today, along with the bizarre contradictions people still hold dear.

There's a scene in the movie (without giving anything away) where there's a massive room with the sensor chair things, and soldiers are in each one. Then it cuts to the actual war where blank faced soldiers are fighting, one gets killed and the real soldier back at the base just logs into another robot and carries on fighting. It was this that made me compare it to the current world as we know it. For example, I find it hard to identify with people I don't know - most likely from my childhood where I was kept away from social situations (no Freudian assessments, please!).

But a lot of the world are like this as well. I mean, you can run a few google searches and find internet videos of people being killed by all manner of means. There's porn where girls take on 50 or 60 guys one after the other. Videos of soldiers taking out insurgents with an arsenal of weaponry. Its reduced the population's sensitivity to harm to others in much the same way the movie depicted. We don't care about others, as a general rule.

But, and here's the contradiction, if myself and fuckdoll where to "come out" and say we both enjoy it when I slap her hard across the face, or use a choke hold to make her pass out, or poking her clit with needles, society would be in shock.

How is it that we can all be more focussed in catching a view of the carnage and gore as we pass a car crash, but two consenting adults that enjoy SM makes us recoil in horror? Bizarre, isn't it?

Myself and fuckdoll have been together (in a form) for over a year now, and we have been through more than a regular couple might face in five times that amount of time. I truly know that she trusts me with her life - she hands that control to me regularly - and I would never do anything to put her in danger. I know 110% that I would trust he with my life for the same reason.

But, if I tried to explain to our "vanilla" friends the things we do, most of them would see me as evil, and probably see fuckdoll as a beaten "wife" who needs help. If only she could see that.. Etc etc.

I can (I hope) safely assume that, as you are reading this blog, you are able to separate abuse from SM. But, I still find society's general consensus to disposable people, yet horror at certain consentual activities quite odd.

Now, if you don't mind, I'm going to cuddle my little fuckdoll and try and get some more sleep.

Have a good day everyone, and check out that movie. Its a good one.

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I've lost faith in Darwin. Evolution stopped centuries ago. Humans are getting dumber.

This week, I'm doing the graveyard shift at work, meaning I need to sleep during the daylight hours. A long story I won't go into means than I'm now knackered, grumpy and sat in a cafe drinking a decaf latte before attempting more sleep in a short while.

But there's something irritating the fuck out of me. Its the self-righteousness of parents of young children.

Nothing makes my anger boil like when my relaxing coffee or lunch is distrubed by a screaming child that has one of these parents. Kids and babies cry from time to time, I completely understand that. But the pat of the scenario that makes me want to go mass-homicidal is when the parents ignore it. Or, in the case now in front of me, they laugh and make googoo faces and noises as the devil spawn screaming bloody murder.

I've caught eye contact with the father who's the culprit in this situation and he obviously doesn't care that the rest of the cafe patrons are being distrubed. He's waving his arms around as if to say "well, if I've lost all care for the screaming, you shouldn't be too concerned either"

But. I AM concerned. I'm concerned that you are teaching your child that screaming and shouting in public is a completely acceptable passtime. They allow the child to scream more and more as the months and years pass, and claim that this teaches the child that screaming gets you nowhere.

But I beg to differ. (Face it, you knew that was coming!)

I call my theory the "Happy Meal Syndrome". First, a kid asks for a happy meal, and they are refused. Kid then throws a very small tantrum, and obtains the happy meal. Kids aren't stupid, and this only means that next time, they start the negotiation at the small tantrum next time. The parent, again, ignores it to "teach" it that screaming gets you nowhere. And then, they give in.

This syndrome is carried on into adult life. Ask yourself why people completely loose the fucking plot at store clerks for no apparent reason. Or why people go nuts at call centre workers. Or sit in non-moving traffic beeping the horn.

Is there any other example more perfect than a herd of cars, all stationary, and most of them beeping the horn at the (non moving) car in front of them? What do they actually hope to achieve? This is the happy meal syndrom in full effect. Make loud noises and you are meant to get what you want.

I'll give you another example. On last night's shift the three guys on the phones (myself and two co-workers) had one woman call in a total of 7 times over the shift, asking the same question. It was a question that she had to ask another department, that only open during business hours. But she came to the conclusion that repeatedly calling and, effectively, being a crying baby, would give the required outcome.

Fuck. People are stupid.

Anyone got any other examples that they wanna get off their chests? We people with functioning brains need to stick together!


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