They haven't become funny to me yet. They still depress the hell out of me. I've actually been able to watch people in the process of making huge mistakes, warn them about it, break it down into the most simple terms, communicate perfectly what they're doing and why, and how it's going to fuck them up, hear them actually agree in a heartfelt and empassioned tone, and then go right ahead off the fucking cliff, grunting "unga munga" the whole time. It makes me feel completely powerless and depressed, especially since I'm the quiet guy in apartment 2B who gets passed up for the retarded, penniless junkie that's always sitting on my steps.
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Personally, I love the normal guy, or even better, preppy/yuppy who is a true freak and slightly mentally unstable. I find that most attractive.
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Bitter much? You think?
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