[Image: Red Heart by George Hodan]
That moment when you realize that maybe you should never give your heart to anyone.Think about this for a while. If you never give it to someone, you increase the chances of it not coming back f**ked up by bazillion percent. Maybe we have all been told a lie – maybe an unintentional one or maybe our ancestors were just as much of trolls as us and left us this great wisdom behind just for kicks – that “even if you get your heart broken, it’s better to give it to someone than having it locked up inside”. I mean how the f**k they know that it’s better to get your heart shredded to mulch than having it nice and secure with you. Maybe hoarding and putting your heart inside seven well-ventilated treasure chests IS better than handing it over to some dumb broad who gets her own heart broken every third Friday of the month. Which C-grade college did the girls get their certification of “Masters in Heart Management”? When they do find some man-heart strong enough to be not broken with their weak fists, they take the heart and invest it in a pyramid scheme so they can get some free shoes and a time-share vacation in Puerto Rico so they can have pictures of themselves making duck-faces in bikinis in order to make their girlfriends jealous. Maybe everyone is just trumpeting this sh*t about giving their heart to some mystery woman with less than average IQ and more than average cup size since some 16th century Persian poet high on al-kohl and stolen Himalayan opium ranted about it in his stupor. Think about it for f**k’s sake. I would say, it’s most definitely just better to keep that mighty, dragon-slayer heart within yourself. Why go fucking around with it, when you can keep it nice, warm, cozy and nurtured? I say, feed it super-fruits, bombard it with fresh oxygen, soak it in your red blood, train it by pumping iron and love it with some sweet solitude. If you really believe that some girl will or can take better care of it than you yourself, then you got some mighty delusions to sort out within yourself. I do wish I’m wrong, but I am just not retarded enough to do something stupid like that without holding an internal security analysis in my head first. Slap yourself, break out of that magical allure of women that blinds your reptilian, sex-hungry dick of a brain, and then just give this a thought, will you?