I’m afraid that you will have to forgive the inherent lameness of the title of this entry, as it is the most creative/cool phrase that my sleep deprived mind could come up with. Rather sad, I’ll admit. Despite the lameness, the title is indeed accurate, as this is the beginning of my little exhibitionist experiment with online journal writing. I have only one goal, and that is to write something with actual content, as the vast majority of these journals are just some semi-literate young person writing incoherently about their boring, boring lives. Therefore, in an effort to be different, I will refrain from writing about the occurrences of my everyday life, as they are so boring that no one in their right mind would have any interest in reading about them. However, this is indeed enough preamble, and it’s time to get this show on the road…
I am extremely tired of hearing about other peoples’ relationships. So, horribly, horribly, sick of hearing the gory, sickening, nauseating details of who said or did what to whom. I fail to understand the reason why people have this strange compulsion to tell me all about their relationship with their significant other, I mean, it’s not like I’m in any position to offer advice or commiserate. I just stand there, and perhaps, nod on occasion and furrow my brow in an attempt to make it look like I’m concentrating really hard on what someone is telling me. I guess I can understand that they’re “in love” and therefore, have lost whatever ability that they had to form logical thoughts, or determine that there are indeed more important things than what their significant other said or did today. However, to me this is unforgivable, and I would much prefer if everyone “in love” would just leave me the hell alone.
Perhaps, being both permanently single and rather anti-social has made me incapable of understanding the complexities of human romantic relationships. Or maybe I’m just sickened by how stupid people “in love” seem to act. (“I don’t care that I met him over the internet…I mean, we like, have a special connection” *tee hee*) Perhaps it’s a combination of both. Either way, I fail to understand any logical reason why I should A) Be in a relationship or B) Care about other people’s relationships.
Honestly, I don’t care who does what with whom. As long as you don’t tell me about it, or expect me to care when/if you do.
I’m going to abruptly stop my rant for tonight, but rest assured that I am nowhere near finished.
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