Women

Yes. Women.
It had to come to this, you all know it. (Haha, "all". Well, zero is a plural, right? Anyway...)
Indeed the time has come for me to discuss the female gender. For I have been thinking alot about the subject lately, and I now have some thoughts to share.
You see women are fucked up. All of them, in various ways, to various degrees and levels. But never doubt that they are, in fact, fucked up.
Men often find frustration and anger in reaction to a female's behaviour because they expect sane, rational decisions and women do not make these often.
Haha. I love making sweeping statements without any proof or back-up information. Kim, I know you'll love that one. :P
Anyway... See I think that women have been putting up with men for too long, and now they actually expect us to be selfish jerks.
If you treat a woman with respect and consideration, in her mind that makes you a pussy. She will not be able to respect you because you treat her well. It's not that she doesn't want you to respect her, quite the opposite. It's just that it is so inbred into our society that men don't respect women that if you do, it is misinterpreted as weakness and women will therefore not respect you. And neither will men. If your male friends realise you respect a girl, they won't respect you either.
So this labels you as a pussy. Now to shake the pussy label, what you really need to do is to be an absolute jerk, especially to pretty girls that you actually really like.
This will work as a double bonus because they will like you more, and they won't hate you either, when you use them for sex and then ignore them the rest of the time. The crazy and most retarded thing about this is that they will actually respect you for being an asshole. It will be interpreted as strength, and strength is also a turn on for women.
So yay. The secret to a successful relationship for a guy is to be an asshole.
Depressed yet? I was, but then I decided I'd ignore any feeling ever generated by my heart and just bone anything and everything I can find.
Cya!

Romance?

Sometimes things happen to you that make you think there's something important going on. Maybe a movie you watched, a conversation you had, or a song you listened to, or an event you witnessed.
You, ok me, find yourself thinking what else you could and should be doing with your life. You question the decisions you've made and start thinking what decisions you will make.
Unfortunately for me, I always let these moments go and forget about them.
So I'm here, like most of you, stuck in this rut we call Adelaide.
You might defend her, our noble and pacifistic home town, but I'm not really criticising her. I love Adelaide. I love her homliness, her gentle and unthreatening atmosphere, and the way I just know where I am when I'm here.
But as much as I love it here, I know it's a rut.
Geographically we are isolated.
Physically and logistically we are stuck with ageing construction and limited funds.
And worst of all, mentally, spiritually, and emotionally, everyone here seems to be stuck in a holding pattern. We don't want to be different from the pack, so we just follow along every single week. The time just slips away and we stay the same.
And if anyone goes against the grain they are frightening, unlikeable, weird.
'Weird' is such a scary word to an Adelaidian, or so it seems to me.
Yet it is such a widely applied term it seems to apply to everyone, at some point or another.
The smothering blanket of impossibly all-consuming conformity frustrates me to the point of anger. But no one listens. No one understands.
No one even cares, because to them, this hopeless and endless attempt to be impossibly normal is what you call living. That and your endless, menial, day in day out sameness. This holding pattern.
So you all think I'm crazy, because it would seem I'm too big for this town.
But I love it here.
I love it and I don't want to leave.
I want to settle down and start a family and I want to be here to do it.
But maybe I just can't. Because maybe something needs to change for me that will never, ever change in adelaide.
Maybe it's time to bite the bullet and, whereever I decide to go, make sure I go.

A feverish afterthought

So I went in to work again today. It turns out that everyone there, with some exceptions, is completely and inconceivably pathetic.
Rumours that I'm just a drunk, that I'm not really sick at all, and stories about what I do with my time, back-stabbing and bitchiness are running the conversation air waves in that unhappy, miserable and uptight place of business.
I hate it.
I need a new job.

Tonsilitis as tonsilitdoes

Being sick is awesome.
a) You get time off work, fully paid.
b) Everyone thinks you're not really sick and hence you actually GO TO WORK because you worry and care and they all act like complete bitches to you, as if you were a jerk for being there at all. How DARE you be sick?
c) Oh wait, I was being sarcastic.

I hate my job. And being sick is good at least for the fact that I don't have to be there.
Seriously, working for Eva and Melina is like working for my sister, and for some boot-licking moron who kisses my sister's arse constantly and also tells her lies to make me look bad behind my back. The only difference is that at least I could respect my sister in that she was a complete bitch to everyone, not just to her employees.
The other day, when I watched my bosses sucking up to that bimbo who came through to inspect the store for safety compliance, I just felt so sickened and even embarrassed for them.
I mean, how can you degrade yourself that way?
But who cares? I'm in the process of looking for a new job. Hopefully a job which pays me enough money to LIVE.
And now, to sleep forever....