So, the Never Have I Ever game is on, and people are enjoying it, it seems. But filtering out the best lie amongst millions and the most suited truth among billions is way heavy for me. Still, the show thing, yeah, it must go on.
The first thing that puts me in awe when writing about this is understanding how shit-head I am. There is nothing to brag about or be cunny with. So, I decided to make up stories and see how far it goes.
As you are the judge, I know there won’t be any punishment even if I confess my most intimate guilt or swear in the name of god and then lie. So, shall we begin?
Never Enjoyed Any Narco
Not kidding; c’mon what could be so fascinating about it?
You take it, get lost in the third state of mind, and speak wisdom until the dopamine gets neutralised by your inner instinct to come back to sanity. That’s it— what’s so special about it.
I am not a specialist, not even close— I don’t know what it takes to be a specialist either, but I can say. I have seen people moaning in pleasure, turning into half-ass zombies for the time being, and then they are lost— lost in despair, frustration engulfs the soul inch by inch until it breaks apart in pieces calling for help, a desperate cry to erase the pain residing inside.
To me, it’s the moment you enjoy, not the substance. And I guarantee no substance ever tasted yippee.
Photo by Mukesh Jain on UnsplashAlways Hated My Home
Home is where the heart is— and I always have my heart somewhere else but home. I don’t know why but a part of me yearns for serenity, and wants to delve into the ocean of tranquility where silence creates fear even among the most silent of all. Nah, that’s overrated. A bit of noise is okay, but not too much.
So, home— every time I am called back home, or I wait for the bus to come, I feel like I am going to an exile; away from my sense of chaotic self, where I am over pampered for nothing. And it’s annoying. But there are times when the call for home delights my mind; the iris gets bigger in excitement— perhaps because I hate being at home, and it has created a rough texture inside my mind that sparks with occasional enthusiasm.
Another?
I had this plan to disclose how long I last, but then I remembered I don’t keep count. So, meh!
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The second one is a lie I'd say, a man really can't hate his home. A man has his thoughts and moments, where he thinks he'd better off somewhere else, all by himself, running solo for a while, away from all the "homely troubles".
Yet, even though the man may not "wholeheartedly" like to be at home. He may have parts of his heart scattered around or pointing towards different directions, but at the end of the day, a man has to come back home.
Well, you can be in love with your family but not necessarily it has to be with the home. To me, it's because your loved ones are there that doesn't make it your home; but where I feel comfortable. Yes, of course, I go back home no matter what happens but never felt as if I'm home.
You're in need of another baabez hunting journey I guess, me too I'd say. 😵
You have two babezz already; one with flesh, another with GPU.
Stop hunting for more, for man-with-no-babezz's sake 😂
Can never have enough baabez...
I am rooting for the first one.
Do you feel the same way or the opposite? What makes you think I enjoyed being shitty? Speak your mind, let me know the feeling from a different perspective :v
To be honest it's more about your second option. Everyone is going to say second one is a lie. So I thought the game can't be that easy.
Besides I have many friends who don't do anything like this but have tried once or twice just out of curiosity. So , I thought it would be most like it.
The first one is too unusual not to be likely, but I have explained the reason. And it's true none of it tastes pleasant, and the hollowness it brings with it is hard to swallow; based on my perspective.
To be honest, it's more about people. I know people who do this as an enjoyment. Weed and alcohol only. Then again, I know people who killed someone arguing while drunk—all we need to know is our limits. By the way, I won't suggest trying. You are on the right track.
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I am gonna go with the first one :v
Similar to the banner used in your comment, I have always felt those substances push you to the pinnacle of infinity above, but for what reason? Nothing. Ultimately, you cannot reach there, and when you realise the reality, it's already too late to climb down to earth. Even if you manage to retreat to your earlier stage, significant time is lost in the process, making you feel dejected.
I know why you feel it is a lie, but the truth has been spoken.
I will go with the second one but I am also having a feel of going with the first one because if you have never enjoyed it then after some time you should have never Bla Bla Bla.....
Yeap, one can't always hate his home, no matter how hard things are home is always a better place to lean on compared to the others hanging around us.
You have already answered the reason why the first one never has a chance.
For the second one, I have so many memories with the home as from an early age, I am away from it. So, never had this chance to get emotionally attached.
I perceive a lie in the second one. How can you hate home? I love being at home especially in bed writing down things in books or typing on my phone. I hate the outside world and sometimes people think I'll melt if I step outside. Lol.
By home, I meant where all my family members live.
I do not have any grudge against them, but I just love living alone; for most of the time. I know a few people who are your type and trust me, if you are what you are claiming to be, the meltdown will definitely happen 😂
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If it's living alone you meant then I support you. Living in a house with almost all your family members can be very noisy because they tend to not give you any space to breathe. Lol.
🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣. I can't melt, I ain't ice-cream dude🤣
Exactly, that was one of my points tbh.
Now I am sure you are 😉😂😂😂
🤣🤣🤣
You are one hella confusing model :3 No matter what I pick you will through some philosophical shit at me :3
So I am gonna go with, Both of these are truth mixed with lies :vv
Now what :v What can you through at me :v
I am as straight as your hair; pull it, you will find the most straight line; loosen it, the reflex takes it to the original state— which is, well, nice.
Now, you are right; both of them are true. And there is no lie hidden within, but the lie lies somewhere else. In the opening segments. 😉
My hair is not straight, so the metaphor backfired on you :v
That's the lie, or the shit-head one :3
That's your hair, I remember. :v
So, the mystery is solved. Two lies; all are unearthed by our famous programmer cum whatever-talent-you-name-it. I bow before you.
YES! YES! I solved it XDDD damn it feels nice XDDD
Who's the talented girl?
Congrats!