Caution: reading will lead to a boredom-induced coma!
I really am scraping the barrel at the moment. Now I know that others are in more depressing, tougher, harder (whatever the fuck you wanna call it) situations than myself; but I'm not one of them.
You may mistake this blog as a venture into the depths of self-pity - but it's not. Do I feel sorry for myself? No. Furthermore I do not want others to feel sorry for me. I'm in a shitty situation at the moment and it could be said that I'm not feeling great. However, hope spings eternal, or so the little voice inside my head tells me. It's an optimistic voice. I imagine it's the kind of voice that the leader of a herd of lemmings (I do not know the collective term for lemmings) has. It's the kind of voice that says, "I am your leader, trust me." It may lead you off a cliff to a bloody, yet merciful death. Or, it may just lead you somewhere else...just like now where my head has got Somewhere Else by Razorlight trapped in its cranial dome.
Now for many of you, this might just appear to be a semi-drunken rambling of a twenty-two year old Englishman suffering from the early stages of sleep deprivation. Yet it will go somewhere (remember the voice of the lemming?)
A while ago I knew that things would get worse before they got better. They have. I was right. So theoretically, when you hit the bottom the only way to go is up - theoretically speaking. But, could you also plunge new depths? Not that I'm planning to, I'm not suicidal or anything as remotely brave/stupid/desperate as that. No, that's not for me - from here on things will get progressively better. Tomorrow the job-hunting will kick into gear and a new life in civilization will be awaiting me. It's not imminent of course, but I'll get there. Somehow.
Moving on...
Today reinforced my hatred of people. Recently I had the idea in my head that food shopping at a certain time of the day, is far better than any other. This time was straight after work. Now for me this is about 18:20, after I've driven back from site. I believed it broke up the pattern of work-home very well. It also meant that the peak shopping period was over, leaving me with less people to piss me off. This strategy worked up until I got signed off work by the doctor and returned back to Carlisle to visit my parents. Anyway, tonight I went shopping with me mam and I swear to God, some people have shit for brains. Do they not know how to act/react when put in a situation where other people are located around them? Do they not know that an aisle is only a certain width, and by stopping in the centre of the aisle reduces other people's ability to pass? Or perhaps it's just me. Maybe I am just too sensitive to other people's needs, or perhaps I'm just too efficient when it comes to working out pedestrian flows in public places? So for those people that were in my way in the pharmacy area of Tesco's today in Carlisle, just fucking fuck off.
So there you have it. The thoughts of Martyn Bell. I'm not depressed, and if I am - not that much, I'm just unhappy with the situation I find myself in, but it's nothing that can't be put right.
Well, at least I've got my health. Oh, wait a minute...
You may mistake this blog as a venture into the depths of self-pity - but it's not. Do I feel sorry for myself? No. Furthermore I do not want others to feel sorry for me. I'm in a shitty situation at the moment and it could be said that I'm not feeling great. However, hope spings eternal, or so the little voice inside my head tells me. It's an optimistic voice. I imagine it's the kind of voice that the leader of a herd of lemmings (I do not know the collective term for lemmings) has. It's the kind of voice that says, "I am your leader, trust me." It may lead you off a cliff to a bloody, yet merciful death. Or, it may just lead you somewhere else...just like now where my head has got Somewhere Else by Razorlight trapped in its cranial dome.
Now for many of you, this might just appear to be a semi-drunken rambling of a twenty-two year old Englishman suffering from the early stages of sleep deprivation. Yet it will go somewhere (remember the voice of the lemming?)
A while ago I knew that things would get worse before they got better. They have. I was right. So theoretically, when you hit the bottom the only way to go is up - theoretically speaking. But, could you also plunge new depths? Not that I'm planning to, I'm not suicidal or anything as remotely brave/stupid/desperate as that. No, that's not for me - from here on things will get progressively better. Tomorrow the job-hunting will kick into gear and a new life in civilization will be awaiting me. It's not imminent of course, but I'll get there. Somehow.
Moving on...
Today reinforced my hatred of people. Recently I had the idea in my head that food shopping at a certain time of the day, is far better than any other. This time was straight after work. Now for me this is about 18:20, after I've driven back from site. I believed it broke up the pattern of work-home very well. It also meant that the peak shopping period was over, leaving me with less people to piss me off. This strategy worked up until I got signed off work by the doctor and returned back to Carlisle to visit my parents. Anyway, tonight I went shopping with me mam and I swear to God, some people have shit for brains. Do they not know how to act/react when put in a situation where other people are located around them? Do they not know that an aisle is only a certain width, and by stopping in the centre of the aisle reduces other people's ability to pass? Or perhaps it's just me. Maybe I am just too sensitive to other people's needs, or perhaps I'm just too efficient when it comes to working out pedestrian flows in public places? So for those people that were in my way in the pharmacy area of Tesco's today in Carlisle, just fucking fuck off.
So there you have it. The thoughts of Martyn Bell. I'm not depressed, and if I am - not that much, I'm just unhappy with the situation I find myself in, but it's nothing that can't be put right.
Well, at least I've got my health. Oh, wait a minute...
posted by Martyn @ 12:03 AM
1 Comments:
At 1:46 PM,
Lyla said…
Tony Blair's recent announcement to curb Anti-Social Behaviour (ASBO tickets, etc) is a good step for the country although I do believe that something needs to be done about the Brit's inability to walk in crowded places in an orderly and efficient manner. Just as waiting in traffic cuts down on efficiency, so does having to weave through pedestrian streets, wait in queue at the grocery store and be pummled by prams, shopping carts and wheelchairs whilst out and about. It is high time that we, the planners of the world, take over the pedestrian realm and impose order to it...we could start a consulting firm to the government and score big on contracts and perhaps I can even score some sort of work visa..Yes, I'll phone up Ewan Blair when I get reception and see what he can do for this matter...
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