
Idiocy and all his friends or Whinefest.
Why does this son of a bantha follow me around everywhere? Anywhere I turn, I'm surrounded by morons and their companions, or so it seems. Pretentious losers who can't seem to get lost fast enough. It's spreaded so far that my very own better half does not manage to perceive half of what's going on around him, and it's driving me insane.
I tend to have a pretty soft way of looking at things. Tend to, if you wish to put it that way, look very neutrally at everything and simply not give a rats ass about what people say and think. Or at least, I'd like to say and try to make myself believe that is the case. I can be calm as such at times, but mostly I'm a very pissy person. Very. So pissy even, that it's given me the nickname "kitteh of d00m", and I've earned my place as one of the heads of Bitches United (no need to look it up, it's a very small group of people (me and my entourage, if you wish), but we take pride in what we are and do; moan about everything and everyone that we find worthy of our smallest amount of time(oh, how sad we are, and yet, how amusing it is for us)). However, the last couple of weeks, I've been like a deity of calmness, and the colour grey seems to have been my domain. Nothing matters, nothing changes, music doesn't interest me as before, and I simply can't be arsed to care about stuff that piss me off anymore.
With all this said (alas, what an insight to my beautiful, fucked up mind you all got there), I'd like to point out that today most likely was the peak of all this. I spent most of it just lying on my bed, either looking out the window or up at the ceiling, and I thought this would keep going all day, evening, and night long. But then he came, and he pissed me off by not understanding anything, and now not even music can calm my otherwise easily calmed mind. Now, what goes through this fucked up little mind of mine is pretty much as follows.
"Why doesn't he get anything at all?"
"Why does one of my sweetest darlings of friends even bother trying to get anything into his head?"
"Why haven't I followed her tip? 'Dump him.'"
Ah, sweetheart, it is easier said than done. If he can change, if things don't end up as they have so far, how can I not give him that chance? I've thought it so many times before myself, why am I still in this seat? But oh, my friends. Love works in its mysterious ways.
Why does this son of a bantha follow me around everywhere? Anywhere I turn, I'm surrounded by morons and their companions, or so it seems. Pretentious losers who can't seem to get lost fast enough. It's spreaded so far that my very own better half does not manage to perceive half of what's going on around him, and it's driving me insane.
I tend to have a pretty soft way of looking at things. Tend to, if you wish to put it that way, look very neutrally at everything and simply not give a rats ass about what people say and think. Or at least, I'd like to say and try to make myself believe that is the case. I can be calm as such at times, but mostly I'm a very pissy person. Very. So pissy even, that it's given me the nickname "kitteh of d00m", and I've earned my place as one of the heads of Bitches United (no need to look it up, it's a very small group of people (me and my entourage, if you wish), but we take pride in what we are and do; moan about everything and everyone that we find worthy of our smallest amount of time(oh, how sad we are, and yet, how amusing it is for us)). However, the last couple of weeks, I've been like a deity of calmness, and the colour grey seems to have been my domain. Nothing matters, nothing changes, music doesn't interest me as before, and I simply can't be arsed to care about stuff that piss me off anymore.
With all this said (alas, what an insight to my beautiful, fucked up mind you all got there), I'd like to point out that today most likely was the peak of all this. I spent most of it just lying on my bed, either looking out the window or up at the ceiling, and I thought this would keep going all day, evening, and night long. But then he came, and he pissed me off by not understanding anything, and now not even music can calm my otherwise easily calmed mind. Now, what goes through this fucked up little mind of mine is pretty much as follows.
"Why doesn't he get anything at all?"
"Why does one of my sweetest darlings of friends even bother trying to get anything into his head?"
"Why haven't I followed her tip? 'Dump him.'"
Ah, sweetheart, it is easier said than done. If he can change, if things don't end up as they have so far, how can I not give him that chance? I've thought it so many times before myself, why am I still in this seat? But oh, my friends. Love works in its mysterious ways.
Boldness be my friend.
Inní Mér Syngur Vitleysingur (Inside me a Madman Sings)