These are my thoughts, my musings.
Sometimes, they may be deep and meaningful, and sometimes they will be about poop. Literally. I can't describe myself using words, as there aren't any. Im a child, in a mans body. There is no such thing as too immature. I'm a whimsical man-child. A very cynical, whimsical man-childGood grammar and punctuation turns me on. This blog will be very pedantic, sarcastic and down right elastic. But probably not so elastic. Because you know, this is the internet.
Anyone for cake?
Sitting, reading a book by candlelight, with cinnamon incenses burning. I feel horrifically grown up and several social classes above where I should be.
It also feels like its the season to be jolly (fa la la la la la la la la) however, its very humid and there is no snow. I want it to snow.
dendriteduchess asked: How rude am I? Here you are, sending me lovely things every day, and not once have I invaded your space. So, here I am poking around. And to tell you that some wasps sleep while hanging by their teeth. Which is rather silly.
Well don’t go around poking too much, I’m awfully ticklish and laugh like a small girl on helium. Which isn’t as funny as it sounds I assure you…I also hope these wasps have brushed their teeth regularly otherwise they will be falling. Strong, clean teeth is the way to a brighter tomorrow! I retort with the obsession of nose picking. Which is referred to as Rhinotillexomania. An interesting tid-bit if there ever was one.
Sometimes technology cures boredom, other times it makes passers by look at you weirdly.
Thought I’d put up a picture of a drawing I’ve done tonight. It took me about 15 minutes, basically while I waited for some food. Hopefully by the end of the summer I’ll be able to do something wonderful.
I’ve been single for around 5 month now, initially I wasn’t too fond of it. I’d grown to be so dependant on one person and all of sudden that was gone and it took me a bit of time to rebuild and remember how to be on my own. It didn’t end so well, I live without regretting my decisions, instead using them to form a template of how to act in the future, it is something I wish was different. But alas, we can’t change the past. What’s done is done, ce la vie.
But today, my mother asked me why I’m not looking for another girlfriend, and this question just seemed a little odd to me. I’ve never been one of the guys who always has a new girl every fortnight or so. I’ve always been the one who tries to pick carefully so that it can be something meaningful and not just physical. I’d like to think that so far, I’ve had a pretty good track record. Granted, I turned one of them into a lesbian, but I assure you I’m not THAT bad. The thing that got me, was the use of the word “looking”. I don’t want to look for a girlfriend. If I meet someone that I like then fair enough, but I don’t want to go out of my way to find a young lady that I like. I’m quite happy as I am, as terrible as it is I enjoy my own company. I find myself to be intellectually stimulating enough for now.
I’m not sure If i believe in fate or destiny, but what I do believe is that something is meant to be, then it is simply meant to be. It’s helped me through times where I thought that life was just being a fucking bitch to annoy me. But, I’ve grown older and wiser and if it’s taught me anything it’s that if something wants to happen, then sooner or later it will happen. That’s the philosophy that I have on having a girlfriend. Some people say that if you want something to happen, you have to make it happen. Others would call that stalking, and will get a restraining order. It all depends how you look at things.
I think my problem is, I’m too picky. For someone like me, I’m far too picky. I’m not traditionally handsome, I’m a bit chunky, I love comic books, reading and playing games. I have a natural talent for numbers, and an overactive imagination which leads me to wander into my psyche and just explore. Some people would call me a nerd, but I prefer “a quirky intellect”. If i’ve learnt one thing, is that if you’re going to be in a relationship you need to be able to get along, and that usually means you’re like-minded people. For me, a silly sense of humour and the ability to have a genuine discussion about something other than a TV show, or what a celebrity is doing is the most paramount thing.
And not to sound like an ego-centric crack pot, but I need someone who can actually stimulate me mentally. intelligence is very sexy and it’s something I hope to find soon. When it all comes down to it though, the simple fact is you shouldn’t have to go looking for someone to spend your time with. Yes, it may be good for a while and you may enjoy each others company but the ones that will last will simply be the ones that were meant to be. Maybe they wont last forever, but certainly something you will remember forever.
Also, bravo if you actually read this whole post. I doubt anyone will.
Today, whilst at work, I was told that I wasn’t normal. This wasn’t a shock. I’ve known for quite some time that I’m not people perceive to be normal. I’m a bit of an oddball. I’m the polar opposite to what people my age act like. The monotony of work then set in, and it got me to thinking what normal actually is.
Normal, as far as I can see, is what society deems as socially correct. So as far as that hypothesis is concerned, I’m not normal. I feel like I’m normal, because I’ve always behaved and approached everything in the same way. I approach things with an open mind, if it’s something new I will at least give it a whirl so to speak. But it seems, that the normal thing to do (at least where I live), is to openly refuse anything that isn’t what you feel is normal. Now this, to me, isn’t normal. We have one attempt at life, so we might as well try and fit as much stuff as we can. Being closed-minded doesn’t benefit you, it simply makes you miss out on opportunities. So you know, just go for it. Something good might happen.
But back to being “normal”. For me, the term is completely subjective. It all depends on how the people around see you, depending on how they see normality. You can be normal to some people, and as weird as a giraffe eating marmite with a pitchfork to others. All I have to say, is do whatever you like with your life and don’t care what others think. Because in the end, having a good time is what matters.
On a side note, the reason I was called not “normal” was because I was well mannered and polite to a customer. Apparently, being a complete douchebag is what people consider normal in my village. which is why I don’t like it.
Strange how a dull evening at work can make you actually think.
If I had less thought provoking bedtime reading material, I’d sleep much better.
I wish I was that little bit cooler.
Jeremy Usborne: Do you think he really wondered, Sting, if the Russians loved their children too?
Mark Corrigan: No, it's a rhetorical question. You know, like "Can you feel the force?" or "Do they know its Christmas?"
Jeremy Usborne: I'm not so sure. He really seems to be sincerely hoping that the Russians love their children too, which I think is a little bit patronising.
