I am sitting here, all alone, on a spinning, speeding rock that is hurtling through the freezing void of space at thousands of kilometres and hour, surrounded by mountains of rubbish, office supplies and frozen food,
whilst entire continents are floating around me, bashing into each other and causing earthquakes, and in the world out there global warming is raising the sea level and hordes of teenage girls are getting pregnant, and I realise, with self-pity and despair, that I only have two friends on SG.
It's pissing down with rain in Sheffield again, and I am rapidly losing the will to live in this Dilbert nightmare called an office. Frankly, I'd much rather be doing something more pleasant, like having a filling at the dentist.
I work away from home 5 days a week, and I miss my son.
Thoreau said that most people live lives of quiet desperation - I can empathise. WAIT!
Can you hear that???
It's the sound of...yes...the world's smallest violin, playing just for ME!
Enough feeling sorry for myself, I mean for fuck's sake, there's people dying out there and I'm moaning about shit like this! Of course, whenever my mother tried to get me to pack my bags and go for a guilt trip by doing the "there are starving kids in other African countries who would love your food, so eat it!" I would think to myself "well, why don't you pack up this swill and SEND it to those starving kids??" In the absence of being able to do anything really meaningful about the big issues, except make what little contributions I can make, I think I'll stick to bitching about smaller concerns. Selfish of me?
Inherently selfish, that's what humans are! Errr...except for Mother Theresa, and the people who work for the Medecins Sans Frontieres, and...Fuck! Isn't it annoying how every single sweeping generalisation turns out to be totally inaccurate?
Speaking of things that annoy: I think my next entry will be about the little things that get on my tits. I wonder how many people feel the same about those idiots who go to a movie apparently to talk through it?
Later, muthafuckas!!
whilst entire continents are floating around me, bashing into each other and causing earthquakes, and in the world out there global warming is raising the sea level and hordes of teenage girls are getting pregnant, and I realise, with self-pity and despair, that I only have two friends on SG.
It's pissing down with rain in Sheffield again, and I am rapidly losing the will to live in this Dilbert nightmare called an office. Frankly, I'd much rather be doing something more pleasant, like having a filling at the dentist.
I work away from home 5 days a week, and I miss my son.
Thoreau said that most people live lives of quiet desperation - I can empathise. WAIT!
Can you hear that???
It's the sound of...yes...the world's smallest violin, playing just for ME!
Enough feeling sorry for myself, I mean for fuck's sake, there's people dying out there and I'm moaning about shit like this! Of course, whenever my mother tried to get me to pack my bags and go for a guilt trip by doing the "there are starving kids in other African countries who would love your food, so eat it!" I would think to myself "well, why don't you pack up this swill and SEND it to those starving kids??" In the absence of being able to do anything really meaningful about the big issues, except make what little contributions I can make, I think I'll stick to bitching about smaller concerns. Selfish of me?
Inherently selfish, that's what humans are! Errr...except for Mother Theresa, and the people who work for the Medecins Sans Frontieres, and...Fuck! Isn't it annoying how every single sweeping generalisation turns out to be totally inaccurate?
Speaking of things that annoy: I think my next entry will be about the little things that get on my tits. I wonder how many people feel the same about those idiots who go to a movie apparently to talk through it?
Later, muthafuckas!!
angrboda:
Cheer up, mate 
slyman:
*doing the happy dance* I'm leaving the office in ten minutes, and counting...