Archive for July 2007
melted into the wall
Dear Sir,
It has come to our attention that you are not miserable enough. Please take care to correct this.
Signed,
The World
I actually got that letter in the mail the other day. It was postmarked from Philadelphia. Go figure. Not that I’ve ever been. I’ve always been too scared. Careers end there.
Of course I’m going to throw about veiled references, because I haven’t got the balls to say anything outright. You can be as outgoing as you want in front of certain people, but the sad fact at the end of the day is that you haven’t got the guts to approach a total stranger and say hello unless it’s forced into your job description. Then again, I just use the excuse of me being antisocial. I have no problem just sitting there and saying nothing, staring at the wall. Well, except that it’s boring and I’d rather be someplace else doing something actually fucking productive. Maybe it’s my difficulty forming coherent sentences at times. Maybe I’m too tired. Maybe it’s because I’m frustrated at how fucking stupid people can be.
It’s easy to be arrogant and assume you’ve got more intelligence than everyone else. It’s also easy to watch this practice come true when you observe the same redundant behaviors from the clueless masses over and over again. Sometimes I wonder if these things would bother me if I were dyslexic. Not that the behaviors would be perceived any differently on account of the disorder, just that I would be too damn busy dealing with the disorder to have time to observe people being idiots.
Because people are fucking stupid. It is for this reason that I have much difficulty believing Darwin’s hubbub about evolution. By all means, the fittest should have beaten out all these dickwads by now. What’s with the delay? Unless of course, they are the fittest. How sad is that shit? I’m OCD (obsessive compulsive disorder) about overachieving and doing things by the book and correctly, and these lousy slabs of shit are handed the world!?! Now I know how Grimey felt. It was in the Simpsons. Look it up.
So nearing the end of my ranting and we’re nowhere new. Back at the place it all began. At least I can retire to the sweet refuge that is sleep. Until the nightmares begin.
