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Some people gain great satisfaction from growing plants, claiming that the reward is at the very end, perpetually waiting for the “happiness” that it will bring when the buds bloom into beautiful flowers. So what happens when they don’t turn out the way we imagine? The person who came up with the saying that children are our future should seriously reconsider because I wouldn’t trust our sex raving, violent behaving, disrespectful little angels to be the leaders of our tomorrow… Oh no, if that is what the future entails, then count me out! Kids nowadays talk as if they are CEOs of a multimillion company with their “Yeah, those Rock and Republic jeans are totally out, I wouldn’t be caught fuc!^#%^ dead with those on ” Are you serious kid? You haven’t even reached puberty yet and you’re talking about a pair of jeans worth more than your whole bank account? Wait. You don’t have a bank account. Or the kids that I dreaded sitting in front of on the LRT: “Yeah… he was like a dog that couldn’t stop humping my leg… and his cum tasted like…” yeah I don’t even want to go there…I bet the word condom isn’t even in your vocabulary yet. What happened to the “I want to become an astronaut”, “I want to become a doctor”, and the simple gestures of thank you and you’re welcome? Now all we get is: “imma bust the cap on your mother f#**R!@ ass.”
To the people who decide to have plants: they are a big responsibility! Grow with caution and water daily because neglect could turn that pretty little rose turns into a ferocious Venus fly trap.