Do you ever just wish it would end?
I woke up this morning wishing the day was already finished. I got up, went off to work where I sit around acting like I’m actually interested in what’s going on all day. Then I go sporting wishing it was already finished and I was already showered.
Then off to the shops to buy crappy food I can’t be bothered cooking. Onto home where I’ll sit around all evening shuttling between the computer, the TV and a book, waiting for an un-human hour to crawl into bed.
Where I’ll lie waiting for the break of day to go off back to work to finance this incredibly interesting cycle.
All the while I’ll be holding myself back from punching people who irritate me and seriously offending people I find too stupid to actually accept as a life form.
And there are a lot of both categories buzzing around me as I drag myself from one dull environment to the next uninspiring episode of boredom.
A special thanks should go to all the petty people who cling to life for reasons beyond me. People who are offended at foul words, people who worry about other people’s smoking breaks, people tutting at someone asking to go first in the queue, when all they want is one newspaper. People who’s life revolves around soap operas. People who actually care how many people they’ve slept with. People who beat their wives if someone scratches their cars.
The world is full of such people and they deserve a big round of applause and a thanks for making my god-forsaken existence even more unbearable than it already would be.
“Did you use the format Mark?”
“No, I didn’t. And if you ask me again I’ll shove it where the sun don’t shine, drench it in petrol and set you alight.”
“I’m going home early because I’m not really all that thrilled about having to sit here when I feel I’d have more fun being butt-screwed in a Chinese jail.”
“Did you fill in the form?”
“No I did not. And if you ask me again I’m going to throw you out the window and piss on you as you lay broken and weeping on the ground.”
Don’t you ever have such days?
To make matters worse, at one point I’m going to realise that it’s not the environment that’s boring, that it’s not that I’m no longer in love with my ex’s and that it’s not the job that I’m supposed to be doing that’s dragging me down and making me flee time and time again. No, one day I’m going to realise that it’s me. That it’s a depression I’m suffering.
Oh, it’s all very well me blaming my ‘not writing’ on all the paperwork that gets thrown my way at the office. But deep down we all know that creativity isn’t blocked at other times, other than the present.
Oh, it’s all very well me blaming the dishes not being done and the ever increasing piles of unopened mail on the bureaucratic nightmare which is Holland. But deep down we all know that it only takes three minutes to do either task.
Nope. At one point I’ll be travelling about, going from another failed relationship to another job that pisses me off and I’ll stop. I’ll just stop. I’ll realise that ‘that’ which surrounds me is not the problem, but that the problem is myself.
And when I realise that, that’s when it will end.
Originally posted by shavixmirTalk to a priest?
Do you ever just wish it would end?
I woke up this morning wishing the day was already finished. I got up, went off to work where I sit around acting like I’m actually interested in what’s going on all day. Then I go sporting wishing it was already finished and I was already showered.
Then off to the shops to buy crappy food I can’t be bothered cooki ...[text shortened]... e problem, but that the problem is myself.
And when I realise that, that’s when it will end.