Scuttling and Scurrying
To the Mundanes I see all around me.
I see you all.
I watch you as you scuttle to work, and scuttle back and forth to lunch and back to work, and scurry back home or down to the pub.
I observe you as you scurry directly home from work, straight to work from home; and I watch the worst of you as you get out of the house in the morning to stumble onto the bus and, once you arrive in town, lurch straight into the JD Wetherspoons to begin the day's hard drinking regimen that has become the sole focus of your lives.
I see you chasing the pounds, chasing your own tails, chasing after oblivion.
I see it all, and I can hear the voices inside your heads.
I hear them all, screaming.
I am not surprised. If I lived a life as pitiful as this, I'd be screaming, too.
I see you all.
I watch you as you scuttle to work, and scuttle back and forth to lunch and back to work, and scurry back home or down to the pub.
I observe you as you scurry directly home from work, straight to work from home; and I watch the worst of you as you get out of the house in the morning to stumble onto the bus and, once you arrive in town, lurch straight into the JD Wetherspoons to begin the day's hard drinking regimen that has become the sole focus of your lives.
I see you chasing the pounds, chasing your own tails, chasing after oblivion.
I see it all, and I can hear the voices inside your heads.
I hear them all, screaming.
I am not surprised. If I lived a life as pitiful as this, I'd be screaming, too.
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We're all dying. Some day, for each and every one of us, the breath of life will be snuffed out. No regret; no joy; no anger; no fear.
And that is how I live. Not in preparation for that time, but simply because that is how I feel. No regret. No joy. No anger. No fear.
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I hope it works out for you, or something.
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That's two people I've pissed off with this post, and I am really sorry that my post has pissed you both off.
But I could not control how you feel about the things I write, any more than you could control how I feel about things other people say.
And I truly can't not write stuff if I'm always thinking "Hey, wait! What if I piss somebody off with this? I can't write this, or else I'm gonna lose their friendship!" or "Oh, I can't say this. What if some future employer finds my blog and reads this?"
Like my words. Hate them. Fear them, or loathe them. But understand that you are all on my f'list because you are my friends. And even the best of friends sometimes piss off one another, despite the best intentions.
But it doesn't stop them being friends.
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My impression of you has changed considerably since I first friended you; this and entries very much like it have seen to that. The impression that I've formed of you is that while you are a creative, funny, and often kind person, you can also be dismayingly entitled, judgmental, and bitter, and I'm not sure if these are tendencies you've been able to observe in yourself or not. The only thing you could do to convince me otherwise is not to tell me that you are not exhibiting judgmental behavior, but to not be judgmental in the first place.
If you truly don't believe that you are being judgmental, or if you truly feel that your judgment of people whose lives and thoughts you don't know is justified...well, that's your right, and I don't begrudge you your own space in which to voice your honest thoughts. But it upsets and saddens me, and it's not something I wish to read on my friendslist.
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As far as I can see that's your criteria. I definitly meet 11, don't meet 2, and am not clear if I meet 2 as they are not something you can really be self aware about.