What's Wrong With Our Society
I'm hungry. Now, sometimes I just wander aimlessly around the kitchen, looking for something to eat, but I don't really eat anything. Other times, I know exactly what I want and so I make it. Occasionally, I will have pizza because I'm hungry and have no idea of what else to eat. So I scrounge around for pizza singles, find a cheese one, and turn on the oven. As I glanced at the cooking instructions, I saw this phrase written in huge letters:
COOK BEFORE EATING.
Who is the moron who didn't cook it? Better still, who's the moron that ate it frozen? Or is the warning on there to prevent future lawsuits of some idiot who doesn't understand these things? Do they really think we're that stupid?
God, I hope not.
Monday, January 20, 2003
Friday, January 17, 2003
And It's Friday
I have no motivation.
I just don't wanna do anything.
I wanna go play somewhere where it's warm, I wanna go lay in a hammock in the breeze and drink the tropical drinks. I don't wanna have to worry about the world and all and this lovely handcrafted handbasket we're in. I just wanna be floating with the breeze and drifting on the water with the waves. I wanna be a million miles from noise and people and just be alone on the beach. I want sand and surf and lazy peace of mind. I just wanna be able to listen to the roar of waves on the ocean and wind whistling around.
But instead, I'm here in this cold foresaken place. We haven't had the 20 feet of snow we usually get nor the -50 wind chill. I want it to be warm again. Arg. I'm such a wuss.
Thank You For Not Listening.
I have no motivation.
I just don't wanna do anything.
I wanna go play somewhere where it's warm, I wanna go lay in a hammock in the breeze and drink the tropical drinks. I don't wanna have to worry about the world and all and this lovely handcrafted handbasket we're in. I just wanna be floating with the breeze and drifting on the water with the waves. I wanna be a million miles from noise and people and just be alone on the beach. I want sand and surf and lazy peace of mind. I just wanna be able to listen to the roar of waves on the ocean and wind whistling around.
But instead, I'm here in this cold foresaken place. We haven't had the 20 feet of snow we usually get nor the -50 wind chill. I want it to be warm again. Arg. I'm such a wuss.
Thank You For Not Listening.
Thursday, January 09, 2003
And Time Has Passed...
It's been around a year since I started this. Look where it's got me.
I haven't written in a while, mainly because I've been busy...doing absolutely nothing. Now I suppose no one reads this anymore, and for some reason, that's a comforting thought.
I did something so stupid I'm not going to admit it here. I will, however, say that I have decided to leave the bar for the most part. I don't admit that when I drink too much and don't remember things that sometimes I do remember things. The alter drinking ego is a very scary individual. Trust me. Too much I have walked around an unsavory neighborhood wanting to get shot or run over by something. To die. That character is dangerous. It's the one that talks to me when I'm sleepwalking. I may not be able to recount anything I say, but I know the feeling behind the creature. It's the one that takes dull knives to her neck, not foolish enough to think it will kill, but knowledgable enough to know it will hurt. When you wake up to that, or see it happen from the sidelines with no way to control it, you know you're not sane. It's the thing that I've always wrestled with, that creature that displays itself when no one's around to see. It waits, you see, for those moments. Those moments when I can't remember things. Glass after glass of beer, its smile becomes wider, envisioning all of the harm it wants to get itself into. It hovers in the back of my head and when I'm most helpless to stop it, it appears.
To those who know: I might have been aiming for it. If my nightmares are memories of what actually happened, I aimed. If my imagination is just scared, then I can rest assured that maybe I'm not crazy, that maybe it's just stupidity. Either case, I awoke for a few brief moments saying something that probably wasn't kind and it dragged me out of safety. It flaunts the fact that people don't watch what I do, it wants to challenge the loyalty. And it knows exactly when to it, exacty what the circumstances are to do it in. I knew what happened the next day, at least, on a subconcious level. And I was talking to it for a while out in the cold. That's when I was crying and wondering, "What happened to me?" And strangely, it falls silent now. It's time has passed. One final fuckyougoodbye and it ran away...I hope. If you ever see it, slap its face, and then chain it to the nearest lightpole. Give it a good lesson. Please.
And with its leaving comes a strange serenity. Things are clearer now than they ever have been...at least for the past two years. I feel like I've just woken up after a very long nap. Like Rip Van Winkle. The world has changed. I don't recognize it now. Suddenly there isn't anything I left with. But with this clearness comes the thing which I dreaded the most...the giftlike thing. I have this odd feeling that my life is going to change drastically in the next year. I think my mother is going to die. There's something about touching her or her objects that make me think that. Now, I could be off on the time, but it's going to be soon, within the next five years. She doesn't know it's coming so soon. And it's not like there's a single person on earth that I can talk to about this. So at some point, the Tarot deck will come out and be read. My deck loves me...it gives very honest (sometimes too honest) readings.
As for Mr. Blond, I just don't know. I think he's at a crossroads. I see two visions, one relatively good, sane and happy, and the other relatively bad, insane and miserable. Something tells me there's a choice he has to make or something...like a game show: "Behind one of these doors, Mr. Blond, is the happiness that you seek. Behind the other door is enternal sadness and depression. Which door will it be?" But I have no clue what the choice or decision could possibly be that would lead him to the better things. Sometimes it's the most unlikely choice, one that would seem to take the miserable path, but it leads to the good path. I, of course, don't say anything about it. I'm waiting to see what he chooses and how it goes. Like I said, should there be nothing between us one day and for the rest of our lives, I still would like to be friends with him. I want to see what his choice leads to. I'm curious as to how it works out. I hope it works out well. I would hate to see it work out badly.
Well, that's all that's on my mind at the moment. And if anyone's annoyed with me, just remember: I can barely live with myself, so I don't know how you all can. If I had the chance to walk away from me, I would. I guess that's my problem...I can't see myself getting married because I can barely stand myself, and I can't possibly believe that someone else would want to live with me in my little world. Oh, well, it's not as bad as anyone thinks, really. Alone isn't too bad. It could be worse....
It's been around a year since I started this. Look where it's got me.
I haven't written in a while, mainly because I've been busy...doing absolutely nothing. Now I suppose no one reads this anymore, and for some reason, that's a comforting thought.
I did something so stupid I'm not going to admit it here. I will, however, say that I have decided to leave the bar for the most part. I don't admit that when I drink too much and don't remember things that sometimes I do remember things. The alter drinking ego is a very scary individual. Trust me. Too much I have walked around an unsavory neighborhood wanting to get shot or run over by something. To die. That character is dangerous. It's the one that talks to me when I'm sleepwalking. I may not be able to recount anything I say, but I know the feeling behind the creature. It's the one that takes dull knives to her neck, not foolish enough to think it will kill, but knowledgable enough to know it will hurt. When you wake up to that, or see it happen from the sidelines with no way to control it, you know you're not sane. It's the thing that I've always wrestled with, that creature that displays itself when no one's around to see. It waits, you see, for those moments. Those moments when I can't remember things. Glass after glass of beer, its smile becomes wider, envisioning all of the harm it wants to get itself into. It hovers in the back of my head and when I'm most helpless to stop it, it appears.
To those who know: I might have been aiming for it. If my nightmares are memories of what actually happened, I aimed. If my imagination is just scared, then I can rest assured that maybe I'm not crazy, that maybe it's just stupidity. Either case, I awoke for a few brief moments saying something that probably wasn't kind and it dragged me out of safety. It flaunts the fact that people don't watch what I do, it wants to challenge the loyalty. And it knows exactly when to it, exacty what the circumstances are to do it in. I knew what happened the next day, at least, on a subconcious level. And I was talking to it for a while out in the cold. That's when I was crying and wondering, "What happened to me?" And strangely, it falls silent now. It's time has passed. One final fuckyougoodbye and it ran away...I hope. If you ever see it, slap its face, and then chain it to the nearest lightpole. Give it a good lesson. Please.
And with its leaving comes a strange serenity. Things are clearer now than they ever have been...at least for the past two years. I feel like I've just woken up after a very long nap. Like Rip Van Winkle. The world has changed. I don't recognize it now. Suddenly there isn't anything I left with. But with this clearness comes the thing which I dreaded the most...the giftlike thing. I have this odd feeling that my life is going to change drastically in the next year. I think my mother is going to die. There's something about touching her or her objects that make me think that. Now, I could be off on the time, but it's going to be soon, within the next five years. She doesn't know it's coming so soon. And it's not like there's a single person on earth that I can talk to about this. So at some point, the Tarot deck will come out and be read. My deck loves me...it gives very honest (sometimes too honest) readings.
As for Mr. Blond, I just don't know. I think he's at a crossroads. I see two visions, one relatively good, sane and happy, and the other relatively bad, insane and miserable. Something tells me there's a choice he has to make or something...like a game show: "Behind one of these doors, Mr. Blond, is the happiness that you seek. Behind the other door is enternal sadness and depression. Which door will it be?" But I have no clue what the choice or decision could possibly be that would lead him to the better things. Sometimes it's the most unlikely choice, one that would seem to take the miserable path, but it leads to the good path. I, of course, don't say anything about it. I'm waiting to see what he chooses and how it goes. Like I said, should there be nothing between us one day and for the rest of our lives, I still would like to be friends with him. I want to see what his choice leads to. I'm curious as to how it works out. I hope it works out well. I would hate to see it work out badly.
Well, that's all that's on my mind at the moment. And if anyone's annoyed with me, just remember: I can barely live with myself, so I don't know how you all can. If I had the chance to walk away from me, I would. I guess that's my problem...I can't see myself getting married because I can barely stand myself, and I can't possibly believe that someone else would want to live with me in my little world. Oh, well, it's not as bad as anyone thinks, really. Alone isn't too bad. It could be worse....
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