Current favorite quote:

I don't like to advocate sex, drugs, alcohol, or violence to anyone... but they've always worked for me...Hunter S. Thompson

Friday, November 18, 2011

The pointlessness of being me...

   I wonder sometimes what the purpose of being here is, not in any real theological or philosophical sense, but rather just a general curiousity about why I feel so generally bored...Reading is great, but only goes so far sometimes, video games tend to get boring pretty quickly most evenings, drinking is a given, but even the randomness that it provides fails to amuse for long, and even if done while drinking, masturbation (sadly), is also falling victim to the entropy of boredom. I keep trying to convince myself that it will eventually pass, but something inside of me, more primal than intellectual, tries to convince me otherwise. Maybe its just a rut? Helluva big rut, I notice. Maybe my astral cycle dictates a period of loneliness and depression? Maybe O.J. Simpson will find little baby jesus in his heart, and finally admit to killing his ex-wife, too.
   I've been trying to meet new people lately, just to expand my social life a bit, but even that seems doomed sometimes. Facebook is a great way to stay in touch with old friends, but I'm a bit leery of just randomly trying to friend strangers so I can ask "wanna get a drink?" Singles sites have their uses, and I've made some good friends on them in the past, but not only is it slightly creepy, but oddly addictive too. Bars used to be my social account of choice, but since merely walking in to one these days gaurantees that I'm about to drop a hundred bucks, and most of my pride when I try to hit on some completely out of my league girl, only to be shot down, flaming in all of my drunken and ignoble glory...Too many times, that poor smoking hulk at the end of the bar was me.
  I've decided to start this journal for no good reason, other than to amuse myself, and hopefully my friends. I expect its going to look a bit unpolished for a while, in both look and form, but bear with me, it'll get better, of course with my luck nobody will read the damned thing anyway, thereby negating my efforts and probably pissing me off enough to post another verbal rampage that nobody will read, ad infinitum.... 

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