the epiphany
It's been a long time since I've written here. But now is as good as a time as any to begin again. I've been meaning to for awhile.
I've decided recently that I'm unhappy. This is notable because only about two months ago I told a good friend (and was very convinced myself) that I was nearly always happy, and, offhand, couldn't even think of a time when I hadn't been.
I realized this at work today. I pinned it then on my being in a relationship. My social life died and went to limbo (not the luau kind) once I got into something committed. It's quite depressing, but I guess you really can't have it all. Though... I'm not even entirely sure that the two are correlated.
Anyways, that's what's happened. And now I want to go out and get crazy with people I barely know.
I think I'm attracted to pricks, by the way. I heard a Limp Bizkit song. I enjoyed it. And I did a double-take, and had to think about why I would enjoy such horrible, horrible music. I know in my heart that it's scum. But there was just something about it... There's a certain something you need a seasoned jackass to fulfill. Moments where you need a shithead to be purposelessly defiant and ignorant with you. Moments where you need some dumb brick to support your feelings of frustration.
Today while sorting out traffic records and car insurance, I came across a letter from this fellow: Peter Asswad, Broker.
His parents must have hated children.
I've decided recently that I'm unhappy. This is notable because only about two months ago I told a good friend (and was very convinced myself) that I was nearly always happy, and, offhand, couldn't even think of a time when I hadn't been.
I realized this at work today. I pinned it then on my being in a relationship. My social life died and went to limbo (not the luau kind) once I got into something committed. It's quite depressing, but I guess you really can't have it all. Though... I'm not even entirely sure that the two are correlated.
Anyways, that's what's happened. And now I want to go out and get crazy with people I barely know.
I think I'm attracted to pricks, by the way. I heard a Limp Bizkit song. I enjoyed it. And I did a double-take, and had to think about why I would enjoy such horrible, horrible music. I know in my heart that it's scum. But there was just something about it... There's a certain something you need a seasoned jackass to fulfill. Moments where you need a shithead to be purposelessly defiant and ignorant with you. Moments where you need some dumb brick to support your feelings of frustration.
Today while sorting out traffic records and car insurance, I came across a letter from this fellow: Peter Asswad, Broker.
His parents must have hated children.