I can’t concentrate, but apart from that things seem to be in a rather stagnant state. Some questions occasionally get better, some others the opposite. Things break easily and need replacement. People do the same, in a more tragic manner most of the times. They ask for attention, sometimes imperatively. But it’s nothing worth noting anyway.
When you meet somebody you know in the street you’re supposed to greet them, but this is a custom that’s falling into disuse more and more. The others of my generation and I just pretend we don’t know each others, we ignore our reciprocal presence. Then we’re supposed to acknowledge ourselves once again in critical times. I’m digressing again.
I really do not know what I should be writing about. Everybody seem to have so much to say. I just want to retreat in my own space, wherever it is.
Month: August 2009
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Yes and no
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Random observations on things of various nature going on in the surrounding area
It’s 5 am in the morning. At this hour even idiots are asleep. Most of them. It’s the best moment of the day, almost.
They cut the tree. For a big nothing, for a bunch of pylons, for a money bag, for a bad conscience. Homeless birds will eat their hearts out, and poo on their heads.
Why do people always think they need something? Most of the times they don’t need anything else than a functional brain, but they keep on filling their lives with items in the hope these things will be valid substitutes. I hope they enjoy being cremated or buried with a deluxe microwave oven. Or with an all-inclusive gym subscription.
Cars are getting bigger and bigger. From penis enlargements to cars’, men do really need to get hold of their virility. Sad world we are living in.
Kids have no problem nowadays to tell random people to go to hell. Maybe they’re right: we all need to go to hell.
Why is everyone in this city getting a fucking beagle? What’s wrong with other dogs?
Inflatable or not inflatable: that’s the question.
I shouldn’t be drinking porto before going to bed. Makes me dream about the most ridiculous things, like being blown away by gigantic Nordic goddesses or escaping from cannibals working in civilized public places. I don’t want to relive life in my dreams because of some stupid wine.
Whatever they may say to you, you don’t count. Seriously, you don’t.
Why should your boyfriend touch some pregnant girl’s belly and start going all “ooohhh” and “aaahhh” in front of you? Why should he pet dogs in the streets and do the same? Can’t you even be jealous of something in peace?
I shall find a way to get rid of those piles of books. I can’t live in this room anymore.
Why are there on the web banners with color deficiency tests in them with “test your intelligence” written on them? Who made those banners? Chief Wiggum?
Books adaptations: the more we try to ignore them, the more they’re fucking up our pleasure of reading. At least screenwriters should read the book they’re going to work with.
I need to take a leak: from urinating to stealing a mirror, I love to say it.
I shouldn’t talk to strangers. Not even if they’re store clerks or mail carriers. Mail carriers are thieves anyway.
Finally mother is going back to work. It was rather annoying seeing her everyday playing google games with a can of beer in her hand. At least I’ll be washing dishes in peace once again.
This house is full of ants.
Why can’t responsible people at least learn to speak and spell? Why do the outcasts, the culprits, the irresponsibles have to go through the torment of figuring out their wisdom?
It’s oh so quiet. It’s oh so still. The rest of it is unrelated to the present moment.
Bats and night birds flying everywhere, in pain. Another shallow day of unbearable heat is coming.
I love self-reproach. I can only feel at home with myself if I feel miserable for at least ten minutes each day.
Nobody has time anymore.
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The same story, everytime
I‘ve been knowing people like that for a long time. You thought you could fool me? With just what you did? Or that your intentions weren’t clear? That I really believed any word? Wrong move. I’m not smart, but I’m not a complete fool either. And now I’m angry. Not much though. Too many times I witnessed the same thing happening to be really angry. I’m a little angry and annoyed. Males are like that, mostly; you’re too easy to guess. It’s a shame I didn’t make a mistake this time. For a moment I hoped it was a different script you were reading. But no, it was not the case. Why don’t you start thinking females are not mere prolongations or your megalomania? They’re not receptacles with hormones going bonkers in the background. They have identities too. They can do things, and think with their heads. And see through your tricks. They’re not following the steps you’re suggesting every single time. Being polite on the surface and do what you want behind their backs isn’t going to work every time. Only once in a while. This strategy is stale. Holy tapdancing Jesus, reinvent yourself! Tsk.