I’m a little strict, I’m a little unorthodox… but I’m not like other dads, I’m a Cool Dad.
I’ve never wanted to be one of those divorced assholes who discourage single folks from getting married. Just because shit didn’t work out for me doesnt mean it won’t work for others.
Women have a cool name for it. They’re COUGARS when they’re post middle-aged but prey on or prefer young 20-something year old men. However, men my age and older who would like to keep a PYT are labeled as, ‘creepy’, ‘Chester’, ‘gross’, and sometimes just “Ewl”.
I think sometimes, we as adults sink into the belief that falling victim to peer pressure is an issue mainly suited for teenagers and pre-teens.
My blog, much like the rest of my unbriddled honesty gets me into more trouble than anything. So, I guess that pretty much makes me somewhat of a glutton for punishment as people say.
Islam is not perfect. Neither is Christianity. Or Buddhism, or Sikhism. The GOD’s they believe in maybe… but not the doctrine. And even if they were, once it filters down to people’s interpretations of them… it’s all fucked at that point. Just walk your own path, and don’t impede anyone elses with YOUR bullshit.
Divorced. Overweight, insomniac. Unemployed. Broke. Under-Accomplished. Homeless. Bitter, father of five with gynecomastia. Happy Birthday!