Do you remember this: Don’t touch! , when we get to your aunt’s house behave or you’ll see when we get home! , Don’t eat and talk at the same time! , be good! pick up your toys!, behave!, this is mine! , if you don’t pick it up I’ll throw it away….. and so on and on and on…  is some kind of Psycho programming we are to live since we are born. Even when we play we are being programmed, for war, for rivalry, for hate… You are the good ones, we are the bad ones… let’s play war! tatatatatatatatatatata, you’re dead!! jajajajaja…. seriously, and we still see that’s normal… Last night I went to a 7-eleven to buy something to drink and I saw a kid around 10 years old, assembling a toy machine gun, you had to see with what concentration he was taking care of his toy gun, I guess not even dreaming he’d be so submerged in his fantasy world… Our Operative System comes with this, it’s there, nobody taught us to be like this, we just are like this… See your brain as a supercomputer, it comes with an Operative System in which all programs will run, this OS controls our peripheral devices (sight, hearing, taste, touch, and so on) and then our parents or enviroment introduce all sorts of programs to prepare us for a “good life” , how to eat, how to take care of our body, take care of our “belongings” , become part of society, and all the right “behaviors” we are supposed to have in this world… but , are we actually being “good” , are we “doing the right” ?
We don’t finish a war to jump into other, we spend our lives worrying about money and about a new car, forgetting so many other wonderful things life has for us… We only share with the people we know, remember “Don’t talk to strangers”, And this last phrase is very deep. If you talk to strangers something “bad” can happen! and it’s actually true! We are all strangers. We are all different, so different and so alike!
I was hit by my parents , if you did something “wrong” I was hit by my Dad and my Mom, and unfortunately they programmed me to hit , so now I have three kids, do I have to hit them too! and continue the family tradition of mistreat and violence? Believe me, it’s so deep in our subconscious that I have stopped my hand in the middle of the air and thought , what am I doing? They are just kids, so innocent, so perfect, so us …. when we were kids…. I pray everyday to be a better parent and have my OS changed or upgraded. I would like to go to my brain “control panel” and uninstall lots of unused programs that slow down my system or make it crash down…
 Can we change? Can we make a difference?

remember the writings on the toiltes’ walls at school? you could learn the nastiest stuff and get updates about the girls who made guys write the most graphic details about their sexual life, it was nasty indeed. you could also see the most exclusive pieces of art, very detailed, and sometimes entertaining. I remember all this because that’s how I feel about twitter and all those social networks where you can write whatever’s on your mind without any respect or regard towards other people’s lives… People gossip, cheat, defame and sometimes say the most unimaginable personal secrets on the web! so toilet’s walls have become larger than life… there are no limits for the toilet’s grafitties, so if you have some little secrets or skeletons in the closet, be prepared, be ready for the toilet’s wall 15 minutes of fame. there’s facebook with the pictures, we are so unaware of who’s looking at you, and with what intentions, what started as an innocent site to kill time is now a privacy concern for millions of people around the world. it is so important and critical that when a country is afraid of public opinion the first internet sites to be closed are twitter and facebook. The last example was Egypt, Iran, China, Pakistan and some others.
And for me at the end is all useless, it’s our oldes hobby,gossiping and rejoicing in other people’s tragedies,  like Maynard James Keenan says :
Eye on the TV
’cause tragedy thrills me
Whatever flavour
It happens to be like;
Killed by the husband
Drowned by the ocean
Shot by his own son
She used the poison in his tea
And kissed him goodbye
That’s my kind of story
It’s no fun ’til someone dies

We must admit it this world won’t change until we learn how to shut our mouths and think before we speak…
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