Brain explosion

I have so much stuff in my mind that at my current sleep deprived state I cannot possibly unify everything under one coherent theme. So I'll just write everything that I remember down in bullet points:

• I had an extended conversation with a friend whose identity shall not be revealed because he/she (damn right, I'm not even revealing his/her gender!) may have disclosed confidential information that he/she should not have according to social norms that escape my comprehension. I now know a side of the story behind Chicago Tango's current bitch fighting going on between organizers. And that made me wonder why people are always fighting. Between family, between friends, between colleagues, between religions, between countries, there's always bitch fighting. Why? Do people ever grow up? I ask this rhetorical-looking question because when I was a teenager I held the naive belief that everything I was unsatisfied about my life would be at least lessened, if not fixed, when I became an adult because, supposedly, I would be mature. But that's clearly not the case. And really, most of the time, if not all (though there is no way I know of of quantifying such data), all the bitch fighting is because of stupid reasons, stemming from misunderstandings, disagreements, intolerance, and such trivial things that one is supposed to overcome by the time one reaches adulthood. Bah... if only all these ideas I had as a teenager were true... I think most people are ultimately so selfishly into themselves that they do not give a crap about others, and by that token they fuck others over if it benefits their endeavors. So basically karma goes around biting everyone's ass. Speaking of which.... I am paranoid.... I fear that one of these days karma is going to come back and bite my ass so suddenly and so hard that I won't even have time to say 'Oh shit'. Fuck... maybe I should start going around doing good deeds to get good karma to cancel it out. Good idea! Everyone, do this and there will be less bitch fighting! (I think)
  
• When the time comes when I am looking for a wife, I am marrying Ukrainian, and there's no way around it.... unless I find a nice Brazilian girl. Or Colombian. Or Argentinian. Or Italian. Or Cuban.
• My thing with Ukrainian girls is that when I go to milongas, normally I think of nothing else than the music and the dance... But when I am dancing with a Ukrainian girl, whether it is someone I've known for a while or I've just met, whether she has been dancing for 3 months or all her life, the dance feels like a 3-song love affair (No, I don't do any inappropriate touching and I don't get a boner). So yeah, basically the two main requisites for someone to be my wife is to be goddamn beautiful (which Ukrainian girls are) and goddamn good tango dancers (which Ukrainian girls are).
  
• It amuses me to see girls in Florida wearing Ugg boots because it's 'winter'. Ugg-ly boots redefine ugly, but I'm willing to forgive wearing them if it keeps their feet warm when it's fucking cold out. I don't care what each individual's definition of fucking cold is, but it is never fucking cold in Florida. Fact. Unless it's the Ice Age, which it's not. Speaking of which, if any of the above Ukrainian girls are wearing Uggly boots in Florida, I might be forced to revise my hypothetical wife searching criteria. But by definition Ukrainian girls are awesome by fitting into the criteria categories, so it is physically impossible them to cancel out their awesomeness by such aberration as Ugg boots. It would like breaking Laws of Thermodynamics of Cool (1st law: If you are cool, you do not wear uggly boots). Also applies for crocs, only that these do not have the fucking cold excuse. Seriously, WTF?
  
• I haven't slept. I had much more to say but I forgot. I will come back to this later. Oh yeah, happy new year