So I’m employed now. I like it and stuff. Easy work, decent pocket money.
But I keep getting this nagging feeling of being just a little too early to jump onto the work bandwagon. Everyone’s studying. Not me. I had enough of that to last me a lifetime. Though I do realize I’ll have to get back to it sometime soon.
Which leaves the question – What am I going to do now?
A sense of humor doesn’t work.
You’ve all heard it, people saying that their ideal partner is someone “funny”. If that were true, we should be a race of comedians by now. Instead, I find people who wouldn’t know a joke if it was slapped on their faces by Jet Lee. People aren’t looking for funny. They THINK they are. Yes, I think I’m funny. My ego cannot grow any larger. I admit it. Now that we have that out of the way, have you ever noticed how most people take in everything you say seriously? Even when it is so outrageous that anybody who believed it would not say it out loud, and instead wear a white hooded cape and gather with the rest of their group in the woods to talk about it. For example, I recently claimed that all feminists are bra burning armpit sniffers. I get a cold look and “Really? That’s what you think about the women’s lib movement?”. I give a nice, cheery “Yup, and the rest of ‘em are only fit to stay at home with the kids. Otherwise god would have given men mammaries! Har!”
To which I get the reply “Ooookaaaay…. I hope you don’t have any plans on getting married.”
Why is that the general comeback of nearly all females when someone says stuff like that? It assumes that our goal in life is to get hitched to some Nazi feminist. I’m eighteen for Chrissakes! I don’t know what I’m going to do tomorrow, let alone about marriage!
What is so hard to notice about sarcasm? Why do people keep thinking there are actually people who believe that stuff, and that they would pour it all out to them of all people? This applies to both genders.
Point is, people say they want humor. What they want is “Okay, so a priest and a gerbil walk into a bar…”
Pffft. Generalization is fun.
Mamas Don’t Let Your Babies Grow Up To Be Suicide Bombers…
Don’t let em play with bombs and hidin in trucks,
Make em be Doctors and Lawyers and such
Mamas Don’t Let Your Babies Grow Up To Be Suicide Bombers…
They’ll never stay home and they’re always alone,
Even with someone they love
A bomber ain easy to love, an he’s harder to hold,
He’d rather give you an arm than diamonds or gold
One-pull bomb triggers and old faded devices,
And each night begins a new fire
If you don’t understand him
An he don’t die young,
He’ll prob’ly just blow himself up
That’s as far as I got. Can’t make out the rest of this song too accurately… Maybe later when I take a look at the lyrics.
As promised, here. This list might have been influenced by my current state of scavenger-hood.
1) Learning to Cook by Some Author – Extremely Useful.
2) The Rotary Guide to Indian Food – Apply methods from above book into this.
3) The Bible – The soul needs some form of relief in these trying times.
Regarding novels and things, I really can’t pick out a top three. I just remember a few notable ones I read recently were “The Life of Pi by Yann Martel” and “Reaper Man by Terry Pratchett”. But most of the stuff I read these days is off the net. Some pretty interesting stuff can be dug up at ubersite.com.
So yeah… I’m doing nothing now…
And it’s tiring. I didn’t realize how hard it is to just do nothing for weeks. Yes, it takes effort to do nothing. That’s why they call it “Actively doing nothing”.
Anyway, my mother’s not home for two weeks, so most meals are now improvised. I had roti and chocolate sauce for breakfast today :/ Yes, tis a hard life, and my last journal entry read thus -
I might not make another entry for a few days, or maybe even never again. Already started hallucinating. A potato asked me to save the whales when I was boiling it.
I have to go now, for I fear any more sitting at this PC will allow them to break me. THEM. The potatoes.
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