Sunday, 25 February 2007
If today was anthropomorphosized, it would have been an awkward teenage boy, trying to be a man, but ultimately, failing.
I just got back from a mini-break. 3 days of not being in Echuca. Supposedly for stress-relief. It didn't work, but then, I don't consider myself to be stressed. The reason it wasn't relaxing was because, for the whole time I was organising other people. Next time, i'm going to some insignificant beach by myself and not telling anyone. I think it will be supremely perfect.
So, when I got back yestreday, I assumed (the ass-you-me thing may be right) that today would be smooth because i'd been away and supposedly de-stressed, only to come to the above realisation. And this is where the shit hit the fan. So many things happened that made me feel wound up. I hate tension. I had to organise a whole heap of forms, etc, for a number of reasons (one of the major thing that displeases me in life is forms. grr), I bumped into a guy that used to have a hugely creepy thing for me, I bumped into an ex-boss used to harass me, had to deal with problems at work that weren't of my own creation, got hassled by some drunk guys, sprained my ankle, am (at this very moment) being asked by 4 different people to go out, all of which won't just leave my response at "no, i really don't feel like it, guys," and, on top of all this, it's a saturday night at 12:40, and i would prefer to be at home with a beer than out with friends. I feel like a loser. (are you still a loser if it's by choice??)
on a good note, my ex bosses aunty died.
uh, that will sound really horrible just like that, but there is (as usual) a reason why I said it. See, i'm often suspicious. I think that good and bad things often come in 3's. The reason I believe this is because it does happen in three's. or at least that's how I perceive it to happen.
Now, two of my mum's friends have died over the past 2 weeks. Wally, and Nancy. My mum's rather upset, though i don't think many people can tell. I was really worried that there might be a third of her friends that would die, and that she wouldn't get over it. But then, Terry's aunty died. And I'm sure she was a lovely person, but my mum didn't know her, so, for that, i'm thankful.
Tonight, at work towards the end, a man tapped me on the shoulder and asked me my name. I told him, and asked why he wanted to know. He said that he drinks there often, and often sees me talking to people, and smiling, then turning away, and my smile vanishes. He said that he hears me singing sad songs to myself, and he wanted to know my name so he could try to make me smile.
That man is the reason today wasn't anthropomorphosized into a corpse.
(whoops, have ranted for too long again.)
I just got back from a mini-break. 3 days of not being in Echuca. Supposedly for stress-relief. It didn't work, but then, I don't consider myself to be stressed. The reason it wasn't relaxing was because, for the whole time I was organising other people. Next time, i'm going to some insignificant beach by myself and not telling anyone. I think it will be supremely perfect.
So, when I got back yestreday, I assumed (the ass-you-me thing may be right) that today would be smooth because i'd been away and supposedly de-stressed, only to come to the above realisation. And this is where the shit hit the fan. So many things happened that made me feel wound up. I hate tension. I had to organise a whole heap of forms, etc, for a number of reasons (one of the major thing that displeases me in life is forms. grr), I bumped into a guy that used to have a hugely creepy thing for me, I bumped into an ex-boss used to harass me, had to deal with problems at work that weren't of my own creation, got hassled by some drunk guys, sprained my ankle, am (at this very moment) being asked by 4 different people to go out, all of which won't just leave my response at "no, i really don't feel like it, guys," and, on top of all this, it's a saturday night at 12:40, and i would prefer to be at home with a beer than out with friends. I feel like a loser. (are you still a loser if it's by choice??)
on a good note, my ex bosses aunty died.
uh, that will sound really horrible just like that, but there is (as usual) a reason why I said it. See, i'm often suspicious. I think that good and bad things often come in 3's. The reason I believe this is because it does happen in three's. or at least that's how I perceive it to happen.
Now, two of my mum's friends have died over the past 2 weeks. Wally, and Nancy. My mum's rather upset, though i don't think many people can tell. I was really worried that there might be a third of her friends that would die, and that she wouldn't get over it. But then, Terry's aunty died. And I'm sure she was a lovely person, but my mum didn't know her, so, for that, i'm thankful.
Tonight, at work towards the end, a man tapped me on the shoulder and asked me my name. I told him, and asked why he wanted to know. He said that he drinks there often, and often sees me talking to people, and smiling, then turning away, and my smile vanishes. He said that he hears me singing sad songs to myself, and he wanted to know my name so he could try to make me smile.
That man is the reason today wasn't anthropomorphosized into a corpse.
(whoops, have ranted for too long again.)
# posted by Hil : Sunday, February 25, 2007
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