Misanthropy
September 6th, 2007
Just having one of those misanthropic days. Probably partly due to being in a training class all day today, being 30 minutes late for that class because the directions and signage were both shit, and having strangers talk to me - though to be fair they all seemed fairly nice and not above average stupid.
Random things I am wondering include:
- what kind of big-toothed nincompoop would post a whole big profile about all the things and types of people she hates including “fat people who won’t get off their lazy butts and exercise”, then include “small-minded bigots” on that hate list. Y’ooooooooK then.
- Why it is that superstar performers work so hard to create an on-stage persona that is attractive and appealing, leading you to believe that you not only know that person but kinda want to hug them because they’re so cool, and then act all wigged out that their fans “think they know [them]” and try to touch them when they see them. You advertise it, people are going to think it’s for sale, that’s all I am saying.
- Why I am so bored of everything for the last few weeks, when I haven’t been bored in years. Everything has seemed so entirely tiresome for a month now. Maybe I am suffering people over-exposure, which saturates me so that I can’t concentrate on anything.
- Where my creative inspiration has gone.
- If you ever get over outgrowing your therapist.
- Why I look so retarded in photos and whether I really look that retarded in person - and if so why anyone interacts with me at all rather than flee, wailing and gnashing their teeth.
- Why I have a sore throat that won’t go away.
- Why my dogs act like such fucktards over their chew toys, and if that is some weirdo socialization ritual for them.
- Where all my money goes. (answer = new tires + vet bills)
- Oh, by the way, someone took a screwdriver and tried to pry one of my car’s door handles off, and now it’s all damaged. It’s the passenger side, and I think I actually interrupted the skeezy crackhead that was doing it the other night when I let the dogs out. I saw him jive-walking away really fast from that area where the car was, thought he was suspicious as hell. Now I have to have that repaired at some point.
- If anyone else relates to the song “Busy” by K’s choice, and misses their old friends. (if you don’t know it, I added it to my playlist from last.fm, click on that thing over there on the right side-bar)
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You don’t look retarded at all. Ever. /nod
I think the muses are all at a convention this month. I can’t even count how many people have told me lately that they’re not feeling creatively inspired.
Whilst I’m here /Hug Heidi
If you can’t get a garage then get a crook lock (or whatever they are called in the US - one of those things that goes over the steering wheel) You may still get someone who is enough of a moron to break in still, but at least they will discover they can’t drive the car away once they’re inside.
I lost all creativity a few months ago, but got it back by slobbing about in front of the TV watching DVD’s to give me ideas for renders. :mrgreen: