Robinson Shocks The World
So I'm eating lunch today and as usual fresh food doesn't have a very good range of tasty servings, so I spent most of my time drinking Sierra Mist and Diet Pepsi. When I put my tray up and about to head out, I run into an old buddy of mine.
"Josh! What's up?" He greeted
"Yo! What's up with you?" I said
So naturally we sat down and started talking. During the conversation however... something did not settle with me. There was something out of balance and it was not right for me. The only problem was I didn't know what was wrong. Until...
"Ya know what?" He asked me "Ya know what I just realized?"
"What?" I asked him
"You are really... and I mean really fucking boring." He answered
I was jaw dropped.
"Seriously!" He continued, "You asked how it was going and what I've been up to and then it got turned into a talk with media references, how fucked up your life is, and some mere whiney rants. WTF man? is this how you talk to everyone? Cuz if so let me tell you something... They are probably fucking fed up with it and if they are not... they should get awards for putting up with your bullshit. It's an obvious fact your single and alone cuz you either scare or piss off everyone!"
That's when it hit me... Who the fuck is the guy? The wrong feeling from earlier was me trying to figure out where did I meet this guy and I never met him at all. It drove me mad. What the fuck was I doing? Since I didn't know this guy and he just pissed me off... I aimed for the bastard's face...And I punched myself in the face which cause me to wake up from the dream.
Talk about one hell of a dream! I have never been so fuckin' pissed off in my life! Even after I woke up, evryone pointed out the scratch on my cheek and asking "Where did it come from?" So i said I scratched myself and tried not to focus on it. Unfortunately it wa son my mind all fucking day. I tried to go out for a walk, I hit a wall 17 times, and I even punched myself across the jaw a few times... and nothing.
Then I went to look back on a few other journals I had written in the past year. I came across all the many rants where I bitched about the same things. Those proved the dream guy's point well enough to provoke me further. Then there was one where I talked about building a new Robinson...
... Guess what I'm gonna do as of this moment right now?
I'm not going to be a bitch, I'm going to let go of the past decade that I've been clinging to, I'm not going to remain silent when people talk, I will join in, If I'm bored, I'm not going to hesitate to calling someone, if the next time somone thinks I'm not "fit the role" enough to participate in drinking and socializing parties, I will prove them wrong, I will get my driver's permit, as well as my lisence, I am intellect, I can fight and I'm pretty fuckin' good at it, I can provide for myself, I can take control over myself without snapping at others unless otherwise provoked for a damn good reason, and also I am a talented, brilliant, dominate, Irish fightin', pimpin', vampirific, tall, dark, and sexy son of a bitch!
GOD DAMN!
Now if you'll excuse me I'm gonna go take a piss and turn in for the night.
"Josh! What's up?" He greeted
"Yo! What's up with you?" I said
So naturally we sat down and started talking. During the conversation however... something did not settle with me. There was something out of balance and it was not right for me. The only problem was I didn't know what was wrong. Until...
"Ya know what?" He asked me "Ya know what I just realized?"
"What?" I asked him
"You are really... and I mean really fucking boring." He answered
I was jaw dropped.
"Seriously!" He continued, "You asked how it was going and what I've been up to and then it got turned into a talk with media references, how fucked up your life is, and some mere whiney rants. WTF man? is this how you talk to everyone? Cuz if so let me tell you something... They are probably fucking fed up with it and if they are not... they should get awards for putting up with your bullshit. It's an obvious fact your single and alone cuz you either scare or piss off everyone!"
That's when it hit me... Who the fuck is the guy? The wrong feeling from earlier was me trying to figure out where did I meet this guy and I never met him at all. It drove me mad. What the fuck was I doing? Since I didn't know this guy and he just pissed me off... I aimed for the bastard's face...And I punched myself in the face which cause me to wake up from the dream.
Talk about one hell of a dream! I have never been so fuckin' pissed off in my life! Even after I woke up, evryone pointed out the scratch on my cheek and asking "Where did it come from?" So i said I scratched myself and tried not to focus on it. Unfortunately it wa son my mind all fucking day. I tried to go out for a walk, I hit a wall 17 times, and I even punched myself across the jaw a few times... and nothing.
Then I went to look back on a few other journals I had written in the past year. I came across all the many rants where I bitched about the same things. Those proved the dream guy's point well enough to provoke me further. Then there was one where I talked about building a new Robinson...
... Guess what I'm gonna do as of this moment right now?
I'm not going to be a bitch, I'm going to let go of the past decade that I've been clinging to, I'm not going to remain silent when people talk, I will join in, If I'm bored, I'm not going to hesitate to calling someone, if the next time somone thinks I'm not "fit the role" enough to participate in drinking and socializing parties, I will prove them wrong, I will get my driver's permit, as well as my lisence, I am intellect, I can fight and I'm pretty fuckin' good at it, I can provide for myself, I can take control over myself without snapping at others unless otherwise provoked for a damn good reason, and also I am a talented, brilliant, dominate, Irish fightin', pimpin', vampirific, tall, dark, and sexy son of a bitch!
GOD DAMN!
Now if you'll excuse me I'm gonna go take a piss and turn in for the night.