Dec 07, 2005 17:38
A couple of weeks ago I went to my Sisters CAE Exhibition and met one of her art friends there. He was one of those attention seeking types and after 10 minutes of meeting him I had called him a drama queen, attention seeking whore, ridiculed him and brought down his ego. So he spent the whole night telling people to keep away from me, that I had traumatised him etc etc. (pfft he loved it)
My housemates like watching that idiot on Ch 31. Yknow the asian guy that preaches all motivational stuff. I told them it was all bullshit, he probably didnt know what he was talking about and that he was probably really unhappy with his life and wants to commit suicide. Now they dont watch it anymore.
Anyway. On Sunday me and sis were going to the Kubrick exhibition but they had some stupid evacuation so we went to the book shop instead. Some middle aged American Journalist started chatting to me there and within 10 or so minutes he told me that 'I have been having a great week in Melbourne, Ive been really happy, until I met you that is. Now I want to jump off a cliff' (Seriously, he said that)
All I had done was introduced him to the fantastic depressing Childrens books by Sean Tan. Anyway, noone deserves to be happy for a week, I just brought him back to reality.
My point being, I am like a walking cloud of Doom or something.
My other point being, read Sean Tans books.
Another point being, I should stop talking to people.