Sunday, 24 October 2010
Thursday, 7 October 2010
Thought for the day
Lots of people think that they are unique in their thinking. By thinking that they are conformist idiots.
Wednesday, 6 October 2010
Goodness me! I'm right...
I have spent a long time working out what I may possibly write here. Three times I have open this page and looked at that daunting box which reads 'Title'. What a frightening and hideous word. It means 'If you want to write something here by all means do so but remember that you have to be able to summarise everything that you have written into this little box and in doing so ruin the eloquence and verbose delight of your beautiful prose (or poetry if that's your thing)'. Although that wouldn't fit so 'Title' will have to suffice.
As I was saying, I have began writing something many times only to realise that I didn't have anything in particular to be writing about. There was nothing I felt strongly enough about to write angrily of and there was nothing that I found so deeply amusing that I felt I had to share with all of my inattentive audience - and by inattentive I do of course mean non-existent. I have, however realised that having something to write about is not something that I should let bother me. I have been perusing a few blogs in search of inspiration and realised that most people have so little going on in their lives that they write about their mundane and empty lives. Well, I thought I would jump on this dire and depressing bandwagon of boredom and tell you all about what I think of the insignificant facts that these people seek to share. Although I don't want you to think that I have nothing but scorn for them. I don't. I have a fair amount of pity for them too. However, I dare say they're nice people or, failing that, that their mother loves them. Or, indeed, if that is not so then they are probably humanoid in appearance. I'm sure that one of these statements is true.
I was reading a blog in which the writer proudly announced that they have 'just done some washing'. Now, they didn't specify whether the washing in question was clothing, dishes or themselves however regardless of which of the now-clean items it was my response is the same - 'I really do not care even the tiniest bit you miserable creature'. I am not sure what the person wished to achieve. Were they expecting praise? Thanks? Both? 'Hey sweetie, You're a star. I'm so proud of you. Love Mum'. If so why not just tell mum? I'm sure she is in the vicinity or if not wait until you see her. She is really the only person who will care. You will not get a message saying 'Hey. Umm, you don't know me but I just wanted to let you know how proud myself and my family are of you. It's people like you that ensure society functions properly'. NO!
Summary: I don't care if you've washed. I only care if you haven't washed and if you haven't then keep it to yourself and go an take a shower. Thanks.
As I was saying, I have began writing something many times only to realise that I didn't have anything in particular to be writing about. There was nothing I felt strongly enough about to write angrily of and there was nothing that I found so deeply amusing that I felt I had to share with all of my inattentive audience - and by inattentive I do of course mean non-existent. I have, however realised that having something to write about is not something that I should let bother me. I have been perusing a few blogs in search of inspiration and realised that most people have so little going on in their lives that they write about their mundane and empty lives. Well, I thought I would jump on this dire and depressing bandwagon of boredom and tell you all about what I think of the insignificant facts that these people seek to share. Although I don't want you to think that I have nothing but scorn for them. I don't. I have a fair amount of pity for them too. However, I dare say they're nice people or, failing that, that their mother loves them. Or, indeed, if that is not so then they are probably humanoid in appearance. I'm sure that one of these statements is true.
I was reading a blog in which the writer proudly announced that they have 'just done some washing'. Now, they didn't specify whether the washing in question was clothing, dishes or themselves however regardless of which of the now-clean items it was my response is the same - 'I really do not care even the tiniest bit you miserable creature'. I am not sure what the person wished to achieve. Were they expecting praise? Thanks? Both? 'Hey sweetie, You're a star. I'm so proud of you. Love Mum'. If so why not just tell mum? I'm sure she is in the vicinity or if not wait until you see her. She is really the only person who will care. You will not get a message saying 'Hey. Umm, you don't know me but I just wanted to let you know how proud myself and my family are of you. It's people like you that ensure society functions properly'. NO!
Summary: I don't care if you've washed. I only care if you haven't washed and if you haven't then keep it to yourself and go an take a shower. Thanks.
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