You Are

  They say you're what you eat. They say you're what you listen to. They say you're what you wear. I am convinced with: "You're what you got."

  Some of us wear Gothic clothes, listen to Opera's tracks and eat Chinese food. Some of us wear formal clothes, listen to metal music and eat meat.
It's whatever you choose to be. To wear Gothic clothes, listen to metal and be vegetarian, is typical, while you assume that's the loudest scream to say "I am different."
You like dark colors, wear it. You love meat, eat it. You like rock music, listen to it. You've the free will to let this mixture express you.

  What you don't know, that some of us are forced to be in that certain way. Some of us are forced to like classical music as they were forced to be ballerinas. Some of us are forced to be vegetarian, because vegetables cost less and that's what the family can afford. Some of us wear casual all the time, on any occasion, because their wardrobe is a piece of furniture shared with their dads.

  So, bottom line, when you have freedom to be a part of a blinded smoothie, be it. Some of people out there don't have such chance. When you're forced to be in a certain way, you also have secret hobbies which can certainly create for you escape door; that door which only the beloved ones know about it. Most importantly, don't judge negatively. Some people are mentally healthy for being confident in that suit of different characteristics and some are forced to be in that way to satisfy God, please their parents, to follow their country's tradition or they are just oppressed by inequality of chances to live as a human being on mother Earth. Don't forget "You're" can be sufficiently a correct statement which need nothing to finish it. It can be confirmation to your reflection.

The Pomegranate

  Her heart was ideal for medical study. It was identical to pomegranate. It had thick cover, was it protective? It was painful. It used to contract against itself, squeezing its own poor insides. It gave itself pain. They said that phenomenon was for its own good. It was working as a blender to give you the pure juice. Yes, they were right. Additional to the pain the patient gave to herself, life wasn't merciful. It added such misery by one thing: splitting her heart, her pomegranate, into two halves. Its juice poured out. It colored each physician's face. It tasted deliciously tempting. It was so red and its flavor could be smelled. They wished all people's heart would have been like that. When they had a look inside, they found red pearls. They were many & sparkling. Some of these pearls were a bit yellow. It seemed their patient was a loving person. She loved everybody and gave each his/her full supply of blood from her own. Some were yellowish, as she doubted their intentions, their nature, their pale masks.

  The peeps of the heart monitor weren't heard anymore. The doctors addicted the sweet taste of this heart's juice, they were hypnotized by its flavor, mesmerized by the scene of her numerous pearls, that they became deaf. They neglected the screams of her existence, announcing its last sufferings. They didn't notice the tears rolling on her expressionless face. They were so into cutting her insides that they weren't alarmed by her aggressive vibes. She was dead. They looked at each other and gave a serious look. Not terrified, not uncomfortable look, but serious one. This look they give when they are scanning their syllabus through their heads to find explanation for the case before them, but this time they were scanning for scientific excuses. These excuses were: 1- "It's certified. She gave us permission to operate this."
2- "This is for science. Her death would add some honor to her name in the medical research."
3- "It's her fate. We're no murderers."

  After finding excuses, the time to find out their experiment's conclusions had come. One of the physicians gladly started concluding that people hurt themselves. Not physically, but emotionally like: I am ugly/fat/not accepted/stupid/a loser... etc. That's why the heart was harshly beating against itself. Though, each beat was for survival. It wasn't pathogenic. He said it meant any human makes up his own failures just to create an aim and follow the road to success. He always breaks the mirror to rip that image in it out and replace it with a perfect portrait which only takes a while till time waters its beautiful colors to be a mixture of dark and light colors.
The other physician laughed at such assumption that it would be true if the patient was a teenager. The patient was a beautiful model of 25 years old. Anyway, that doctor said it was trivial to focus on such a thing and she moved on explaining her notice. She thought that people love hurting each other. Not intentionally, though. That's why they -as a group of physicians- loved the taste and the scent of the heart's juice, they hadn't notice that it was a "hello, I am running out of blood" alarm, they just enjoyed the injury without noticing the lethal danger. She can't deny how selfish they were, as physicians, to let their curiosity slave them. They didn't mean to hurt her, they were simply exploring her beauty and her uniqueness. That's when the doctor stopped talking, starred at her friend across the room and remembered the last time when she doubted her honesty, and hurt her position as a lifelong friend. The stares which flew in the room got the point well-taught and understood.
One of them just interrupted the silence and talked about the pearls. The pearls which magically drove their whole attention. He stared at it and went on "We all have those pearls, don't we? They are reddish healthy sweet ones or solid yellowish ones. They are not ripen and rotten. We don't completely hate. We are like selecting some people, we press cut, we don't move them to any other folder, we keep them as it is. The whole difference that their figures are discolored. We are all good-hearted. None of ours is blackened and collapsed. This must be documented."
Another member of these researchers whose guilty eyes confirmed the accusation, was on the ground. He laughed out loud, "you're making out of the victim, a model of your miserable lives? You're shaping a philosophy from a body covered in blood like ancient Greeks? You're all now psychiatrists and none of you is a surgeon? In a blink, you changed your routes in life? And for just few hours. What an irony! You know, the only conclusion of what's happening in here, that humanity exists where this body's soul has just arrived. Whether it's hell or heaven, it would be better for here anyway."

  That was how the girl's pomegranate heart turned to a grenade which everybody bounced to the other, till one of them poured out the whole truth and let himself be bombed alone. To be in heaven. Or hell. Well, any place other than here. 

The Uncensored

  What I'd write now may be replied by the funniest sarcastic jokes ever, or the most offensive comments.

Well, my expectations are enough to stop me from admitting this article, though I can't prevent these fingers from typing.

  Okay, this is enough, I have to start talking about the topic, cause I can see your face blushing -thanks to the title and to your dirty thoughts.. ehm... whatever-. The issue is about "Insults." So, where can I start?
Without mentioning any of the insults, cause I have to confess 99% of them I know it's offensive word, but what does it mean? I think this will be my eternal unanswered question and how I am raised up, chains my curiosity not to chase the meaning. A quick hint: I can chain my curiosity , but I can't tame my brain from its useless overthinking; conclusion:

1- Most of these insults, which are words -and I am weird enough to cherish the word "words" and derive its letters from the most pure meanings and the smoothest philosophy-, and these words are about animals. Animals are organisms, right? You're one of these organisms. You are from the same animal kingdom, right? I know it's stupid of me to take informal offensive class of discussion to classy scientific level. This stupidity is a kind of underestimation to you, more than to me; cause I can't rise the level of discussion with kind of educated people who don't use their knowledge in their life, a kind of education which is only activated at work, as if the boss is the catalyst and the salary is the product.

2- Another big scale of insults include body organs. Body organs? Really? May be because I am a "mini-doctor" I can never get the offensiveness of the meaning hiding its dirt behind these words. Humans, all of them, have "butts" if we need an example. They say it hides within the filthiness of some expression, I once had the guts to ask why and I was answered "Because of its biological function." And that's when I said "Exactly! So, what's offensive about it? Billionaires do that process, which is "excretion" if you're lost, am I wrong?" Ministers do, presidents do, everybody, every living organism do. It's not shameful, it's not offensive. It's ignorant of you to think it's a bad word. What makes it bad, is the situation you spit the word in. And if you said that word, this means you have never learnt your God's miracle to keep your body clean of those wastes.

3- The most ferocious expressions which are said to men in specific and their meaning is related to women. Women? What the heck is underestimating and insulting in women to you as a man? Answer! I guess if someone called you "Lady," this is an honor, dear. Ladies include your mum, granny, sister, future/current wife, daughter, granddaughter, female cousin or aunt. So, isn't it an honor? Someone without her presence you wouldn't have come to life, you wouldn't have been in that respectable class of education, you wouldn't have had anything to be proud of, you wouldn't have had support, you wouldn't have had a protector  you wouldn't have had a person who has 24-hr-job praying only for you.

4- "You son of a ..........," someone, who insults your parents, deserves one reply with a cold crooked smile "You didn't have parents to raise you up well to tell you what you're saying, gives unacceptable hints about them and street-rat impression at you."

5- Fingers. I look at the finger they give in movies when the gangster member is getting angry at the failure of the mission. All I can see, is phalanges covered with skin. The position of the finger, the middle one. But, to my surprise, I find the boss shooting that guy just for showing him his finger. That's when I started "Was that insulting?" Well, as my family is my usual company when I watch movies, they just show a look of disapproval, which means that was completely uncensored and I should be grateful for watching that movie till the end. Anyway, I - don't know how I'd say it- ehm, don't know what it means precisely,  just I know it is pretty bad. I can't see who, when and why he created such filthy meanings to limbs! A lot of people need a hand, may be just one finger of those, they are limbless. And you, dear, should be thankful that you still have limbs and have good use of it, not useless bad one.

  Let's get to the most familiar part: "Insults are just informal jokes with our best friends, so it doesn't show disrespect as the whole article is about." I can understand the mission of destroying the ice between you and your friends by every possible way, but insults won't make it tighter nor more loyal. At some point, it can be the spark which can turn your friendships to ashes. Try to use in your life some paradigms which can show truly who you are, and I believe the dirtiness of these words can never do you any good.

  In the end, all I wanna say insults are nothing, but a tool to express your anger, and it's well known that anger is an absolute evidence for your weakness. So, insults doesn't show your strength nor your right in winning something than others; on the contrary, it shows your ignorant useless educational experience. You can't be called intellectual while your whole information only entails insulting others, polluting your own dignity and have the worst view of your ancestors. Bear it in mind that insults aren't cool at all, cause if it was, I should have bowed every morning to burglars and thugs. So, let's change this subject from being uncensored to be obligatory lesson to raise the level of your manners which are already delicate and honorable.