Second-handers

Look arnd us, we wonder why people suffer? Coz they seek happiness and never find it. If any man stopped and asked himself whether he's ever held a truly personal desire, he'd find the answer. He'd see that all his wishes, his efforts, his dreams, his ambitions are motivated by other men. He's not really struggling even for material wealth, but for the second-hander's delusion-prestige. A stamp of approval from others, not his own. He can find no joy in the struggle and no joy when he has succeeded. Then he wonders why he's unhappy. Every form of happiness is private. Our greatest moments are personal, self-motivated, not to be touched. The things which are sacred, pure and precious need not be approved by the world.
Egoists are the people who work through their own brain. Second-handers thinking pattern: not to judge but to repeat, not to do but to give the impression of doing, not creation but show, not ability but friendship, not merit but pull. When we suspend our faculty of independent judgment we suspend consciousness. To stop consciousness is to stop life. Second-handers have no sense of reality. The second-hander acts, but the source of his actions is scattered in every other living person. It can be portrayed as "a blind mass running amuck, to crush you without sense or purpose...."

F.R.I.E.N.D.S

Strangest thing happened today. Someone sent me a complete season 2 of friends. I dunno who this person is. Although the funny thing is that I had bought Season 2 very recently, like a week back. With that in my collection I own 6 seasons totally, out of which 3 were gift from someone and 3 I had bought. Anyway, the point is I have 2 copies of season 2 now. Next time please check with me b4 buying a secret gift.:) so that its not redundant. I still have few more seasons to go to make the entire collection. Thanks anyway.

Southern Grandma Joke

Someone @ work sent me this funny bit..enjoy reading it.

" Southern Grandma.........you've just gotta love them.............


Lawyers should never ask a Southern grandma a question if they aren't prepared for the answer.

In a trial, a Southern small-town prosecuting attorney called his first witness, a grandmotherly, elderly woman to the stand. He approached her and asked, "Mrs. Jones, do you know me?"

She responded, "Why, yes, I do know you, Mr. Williams I've known you since you were a young boy, and frankly, you've been a big disappointment to me. You lie, you cheat on your wife, you manipulate people and talk about them behind their backs. You think you're a big shot when you haven't the brains to realize you never will amount to anything more than a two-bit paper pusher. Yes, I know you.

"The lawyer was stunned! Not knowing what else to do, he pointed across the room and asked, "Mrs. Jones, do you know the defense attorney?"

She again replied, "Why, yes, I do. I've known Mr. Bradley since he was a youngster, too. He's lazy, bigoted, and he has a drinking problem. He can't build a normal relationship with anyone and his law practice is one of the worst in the entire state. Not to mention he cheated on his wife with three different women. One of them was your wife. Yes, I know him.

"The defense attorney almost died.

The judge asked both counselors to approach the bench, and in a very quiet voice, said, "If either of you bastards asks her if she knows me, I'll throw your sorry asses in jail for contempt."

Its sooo adorable

Isn't this really cute? Keep the speakers on!!