Once again I lead with a missive to my brain:
We've covered dreams that terrify me are to be discontinued, and to your credit you've complied. I thank you for that. However the replacing of those nightmares with dreams that remind me of horrendous failings in my life is not fucking funny.
You see when you construct fantasies that are so compelling that upon waking I am momentarily convinced they are reality there is a an element of crushing disappointment. For example during my daily nap after work today you had me dreaming about meeting and hitting it off with a girl. You might think that this is a brilliant example of wish fulfillment. Unfortunately I dont want this situation to only exist within the realms of the fantastical. I'd quite like it to actually happen. When I wake up after this vision of wonderful happiness the transition to reality is even more painful. Almost to the point were I pine for a fictional girl you invented.
At least the switch to consciousness after thinking zombies are going to eat my brains is a blessed release from the horror. Spending the rest of the day slightly depressed the best relationship I ever had with a girl was but a dream is fucking horrible.
In your defense she was one cool chick.
To make it up to me I want a dream were I'm Spiderman, or John Cusack.
To other things, not that long ago my job involved sitting behind a cigarette kiosk being sarcastic. Now it involves trying to get things done and taking shit of managers for things I have no control over. The only thing that has remained constant is my hourly wage, I manage a department but make the same as the guy that collects trolleys. I'm sick of it.
I've gone from having a "fuck it its money" attitude to work to dreading waking up every morning. Even days off are shit because I'm never to far away from having to go back. And when i do return I'm braced for the bollocking because things haven't been done in my absence. Today one of the managers acknowledged my week off and having to train a new member of staff had contributed to problems. Then proceeded to blame it all on me. Cheers for that Nigel, Next time I am actually going to break down crying (Yeah I know I'm a bloke and crying isn't something we're supposed to do, but sometimes my cynical stoic facade cracks. So fuck off).
Anyways. I get home watch Heroes and The Armando Iannucci Shows (cheers The_New_Scum) have a few beers and then pour out all the crap here. Does it make me feel better? Not really, but it helps.
Oh yeah before I forget theres the growing crush I have on some girl. Everything was fine until she turned up one day with the same haircut as Louise Brooks. In case you've no idea who that is
Consider me smitten. But will I do anything about it?
Back to beer, music and www.b3ta.com for now though.
We've covered dreams that terrify me are to be discontinued, and to your credit you've complied. I thank you for that. However the replacing of those nightmares with dreams that remind me of horrendous failings in my life is not fucking funny.
You see when you construct fantasies that are so compelling that upon waking I am momentarily convinced they are reality there is a an element of crushing disappointment. For example during my daily nap after work today you had me dreaming about meeting and hitting it off with a girl. You might think that this is a brilliant example of wish fulfillment. Unfortunately I dont want this situation to only exist within the realms of the fantastical. I'd quite like it to actually happen. When I wake up after this vision of wonderful happiness the transition to reality is even more painful. Almost to the point were I pine for a fictional girl you invented.
At least the switch to consciousness after thinking zombies are going to eat my brains is a blessed release from the horror. Spending the rest of the day slightly depressed the best relationship I ever had with a girl was but a dream is fucking horrible.
In your defense she was one cool chick.
To make it up to me I want a dream were I'm Spiderman, or John Cusack.
To other things, not that long ago my job involved sitting behind a cigarette kiosk being sarcastic. Now it involves trying to get things done and taking shit of managers for things I have no control over. The only thing that has remained constant is my hourly wage, I manage a department but make the same as the guy that collects trolleys. I'm sick of it.
I've gone from having a "fuck it its money" attitude to work to dreading waking up every morning. Even days off are shit because I'm never to far away from having to go back. And when i do return I'm braced for the bollocking because things haven't been done in my absence. Today one of the managers acknowledged my week off and having to train a new member of staff had contributed to problems. Then proceeded to blame it all on me. Cheers for that Nigel, Next time I am actually going to break down crying (Yeah I know I'm a bloke and crying isn't something we're supposed to do, but sometimes my cynical stoic facade cracks. So fuck off).
Anyways. I get home watch Heroes and The Armando Iannucci Shows (cheers The_New_Scum) have a few beers and then pour out all the crap here. Does it make me feel better? Not really, but it helps.
Oh yeah before I forget theres the growing crush I have on some girl. Everything was fine until she turned up one day with the same haircut as Louise Brooks. In case you've no idea who that is
Consider me smitten. But will I do anything about it?
Back to beer, music and www.b3ta.com for now though.
ne ways glad u had a gd time at AoF.