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Monday, 02 April 2012

  • Attention Deficit

    I am in a weird situation in my life right now. I can honestly say that I have been hanging out with a girl who is more interested in me than any other girl i have ever met in my life. So much so, in fact, that it has been hard for me to reject her, despite the fact that I don't think that I am all that interested in her. I am really not used to getting this kind of attention, and it is hard to dismiss it out of hand. It is weird for me to be in a situation where I am absolutely certain about a girl's interest in me. Generally it is all signals and interpretation and I am terrible at reading that shit. I dont really understand how girls think at all, and trying to make sense of their reactions to things is a bit like trying to read mandarin or cuneiform. It doesnt matter how many times I see different symbols or in which different positions they are in, i have no more capacity to understand. But this girl has been very open about it. And despite her being cute and cool and smart, I am just not really on board with it. 

    Scratch that. Thats not really true. I am interested in her. Just not as interested as I am in another girl fright now. Another girl who happens to be her best friend. I am something of an ass hole, I know. It isn't like me to be indecisive or to allow situations like this to get all convoluted and messy. But I have. And now I am in a ridiculous situation and I don't really know what to do about it. I have let things progress to the point that if I get what I want, someone's friendship is going to be ruined. But I don't like that I can push myself to act in a non-self interested way, which is the only way that the friendship ruining can be avoided. 

    More than likely this situation is going to end in tears for everyone, not just girl number 1. That is the way my life is. But it sucks going into it knowing that at the very least, someone is going to get fucked over. Not only that, but that more than likely the "decent human" thing for me to do is to force that person to be me. I also know that I am not going to do that. 

Friday, 02 March 2012

  • Passive Aggression

    Pretty much sick of getting berated, belittled and generally shat upon by my friends simply because the principle basis of my ethical and moral imperatives have nothing to do with making sure that I have a hole to stick my dick in. My friends are fucking ass holes.

Friday, 30 December 2011

  • Prose

    Sometimes I have need to write a little bit in response to things that happen in my life. I don't always mean to immortalize the things that happen to me in prose, so much as to keep a tangible record of these events so that I might reference them later. Someday, when I am rich and famous and people care about what has happened to me in my life, I will publish a memoir that people will revere and talk endlessly about. Right now, however, my life is boring and mostly lifeless, with very little to emphasize or accentuate. However, what might be petty and insignificant to you is important to me, and fuck you, this is for me. 

    So, I have been told that I am going to be writing the introduction of the book of my friends "roommate" and "hedonist" if not writing the books themselves, in dictation or with artistic license. They seem to think that the stories of their own lives are more interesting to the average reader than the story of my life. My argument is that the stories that they have to offer are either such stereotypes that they are uninteresting, or they are uninteresting in there inanity. The story of my life is one of tragedy and consequence, one of pain and suffering and understanding and meaning. I feel that most people can probably understand my story much more intimately than that of a hedonist or an introvert turned bartender. 

    It is likely that this will become a "work in progress" or something to that effect, but the intention is for this to be the template for the introduction not to my roommate's book, but to my own. I will do my very best to make this as drama-free as it is appropriate for me to make such a work of nonfiction.

    A good introduction to a story will give a reader some insight into the character of the author and the context of the events that will take place. It is supposed to give you the mental setup required to fully accept and appreciate the message of the story or stories that are about to unfold. I can't give you an introduction like that. I can't give you a way to digest the message of my story, or provide the basis for which you should judge or assess it. Part of that might be my lack of creativity or prowess as a writer, but mostly I legitimately feel that there isn't a way. I can't tell you who I am. Even all of the stories of my life have not told me that. Perhaps they will for you, and if that's the case, I would appreciate a phone call. What I can do in place of an introduction is to explain in a small amount of detail what I am. I am a guy. As regular or normal as anyone else. As I am putting my fingers to the keyboard right now I am 25 years old, though that will obviously not be the case throughout this series of events. I am very average looking, maybe a little on the tall side. I'm not wealthy, I am not highly educated, but I am not stupid. In fact, if there is anything extraordinary about me it is perhaps that I am a bit sharper, a bit quicker than most. I have a gift with the spoken word that gives me an edge in some things, and puts me at a disadvantage in others. I did well in school, until college. I did well in college a few times. Did poorly all of the rest of the time. I study engineering when I study, and I like to read. And last night I shaved my ex girlfriend's ex boyfriend's head. Also, i should include a disclaimer. Don't do any of the shit that I do. Its bad for you, dangerous, and most often fairly painful. Also sometimes questionably legal. The most important role that my story plays is to serve as a warning to others.

    To be continued? 

Wednesday, 28 December 2011

  • In Vino, Veritas

    I had a revealing conversation tonight. I have tried for an hour and a half to write about it, but I can't. I miss being in a relationship. I miss feeling like I was wanted. I miss not having to sleep in a cold bed by myself every night. It is ridiculous how little exposure to good things it takes for those things to grab a foothold and take root in all of what you had previously considered basic in life. And when they are gone, the spaces they were in, the same spaces that before were filled with all the rest of your life, are left as hollow, meaningless voids. And you know in your conscious mind that only 10 weeks ago you were whole. As whole as you had ever been. And that you have everything now that you had those few short weeks ago. Yet you can never go back. Those good things pushed their way in. They squeezed with all their might and pushed the rest of you aside. But when they were ripped away, there was no struggle. No pulling or pushing to put the pieces of you back into the places they had filled. Only holes. 

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