I am here to explain to you all my theory as to why people seem intent on placing themselves in relationships even though 9 out of 10 times they don't work and end up sucking.
if you are not currently in a relationship and have no desire to enter one then leave me and my theories alone because all you'll do is prove me wrong. i present said theories thusly --
In a relationship:
in case you can't tell, the scale for being in a relationship is drastically larger. the highs and lows of a relationship are far more extreme than those of a single person. If i'm single and happy thats cool. but if i'm happy and i'm currently in a relationship there's that little fuzzy feeling that makes everything seem just a little better. on the contrast, if i'm having a foul day by myself, this passes quickly and i get over it. If you're having a foul day with a girl (or guy if that's you thing)then the crappy sinking feeling seems to hang around for quite a bit longer and tends to feel worse too
this is why people strive for involvement with a partner. It may have some shocking lows, but the highs are unbelieveable....
this is Dr. Rage-Male signing off
oh i am so the opposite of good. whoever told tell me that working 5 days a week at 5am didn't suck needs a slapping of their face(s). The pain of my sore muscles is out voted only by how tired i am and it's only 5:30 in the freakin' afternoon. but ohhhhhhhhhh so much to stress about right now.
Anyone else hate valentines day? anyone at all? Even when you're not in a relationship this damn-ass commercial holiday loads unnecessary stress upon all of us. It reminds me just how alone i am and how much it sucks, plus i'll undoubtable have to hear about all the great times that my friends spent with their other halves...
I am a cynical bastard. and did i just type damn-ass? it's too late for all this junk...
Tue, Feb. 10th, 2004, 02:52 pm
hey, if anyone out there actually reads this, anyone at all. can you just leave a comment or something? nothing detailed, just a hey to let me know if someone(s) peruse this on a semi-regular basis
Sat, Feb. 7th, 2004, 08:14 pm
X-Crossing my fingers-X
Mon, Feb. 2nd, 2004, 07:47 pm
ahhhh livejournal... my personal sanctuary. My fortress of solitude if you will. Here I come to post all my innermost thoughts and quieries to life and the problems which arise.
I have absolutly nothing to post. I'm avoiding the obvious "I got up today and ate some cornflakes" since that'd get irritating fairly quick i'd say. But I'm also trying to put posts on here every so often just for the sake of keeping the "dream" alive. But it has come to a stage in my week where nothing's really happening and I'm reduced to this. Posting that fact that I have nothing to post. Ironic isn't it? Or not, I don't get irony these days, and my english teacher was no good at explaining it.
Mon, Jan. 26th, 2004, 10:58 am
NOT A REAL POST
I repeat, this is NOT a real post. Don't be fooled by it's similarity. You will find no discription of my day, nor contents of my stomach here. This is simply a list to help me remember the CD's that I have to get choppers to order for me, since my brain is so futile at remembering things.
Yellowcard - Ocean Avenue
Yellowcard - Underdog EP
Northstar - Is This Thing Loaded?
Cheap Trick - Authorised Greatest Hits
New End Original - Thriller
Once again people, I must assure you that this is NOT an official post. Get with the times.
Sun, Jan. 25th, 2004, 08:23 pm
Another shit of a 9 hour day at Coles. Only a couple of weeks to go if that before new hip job starts. Horay for 5 am starts and 10 hour days!! At least I'm getting away from the horrible global corporation that is ColesMeyer. So anyway, today is shite but at least I get tomorrow off. With pay at that. Going round to craigs to watch the Royal Rumble which should rok out. Yes, thats right. I spelt rock without a C.
Theres more down here......
y'know one of the worst things about living in a small(ish) town? The local CD store that stocks the more obscure (i'm referring to ben folds as being obscure here, thats how deep their cd purchasing goes) anyway, they stock a fairly good range of cd's but not too many of the unknown and oft-overlooked cd's that I've recently discovered. I spose it's ok though, they will order just about anything you can think of for you... It's just such a hassle when i could go to sydney and find 5 stores that specialise in this exact style of music on the one block.
Don't worry people, I'll get over it. what the fuck does quixotic mean?
Damn these people infuruate me. Last night, 10 minutes before I'm set to go home they ask me to stay for another hour.
"Sure", I say "Call my parents and let them know that I'll be late"
They don't. My mum/dad shows up and gets told then after having to drive over. So I spend the next hour at Coles, it's 8:31 and I'm heading off. They ask me to stay for ANOTHER hour. This time I get no notice, my mum was already there and I really didn't feel like telling her to go home and come back AGAIN. I politly declined, but I'd rather have told them to fuck off.
Also last night, the boss asked me if I'd like to start work this morning at 6:30.
"No, not really. But if you can't find someone else then I'll do it."
She goes out the back, I'm assuming she's calling people. She then leaves without telling me either way so I take it that she found someone. 6:40 this morning I get a call saying I was "supposed to start at 6:30, can i come in soon?"
I've had less than 6 hours sleep, did extra time last night, and I have a 9 hour shift tomorrow. No I will not fucking come in.
Of course, all this is my fault because I'm the one that turned down the work. But Coles, If you give me more than -2 or -10 (thats right, negative 10) minutes notice THEN I'LL DO IT.
Why does it feel like everybody is hassleing me? I know (well, i'm pretty sure) that they aren't but it just feels like everyone insists on being horribly stupid around me.
So really, is it just me or is everybody horribly ignorant and annoying? Either way they should all piss off until i calm down or i'm gonna have a lot of angry people on my hands.