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Talking To Myself

Would you believe that I’ve had this text input window open for more than two hours? It’s not so much that I don’t know what to say, but more like “is there any reason why I should be typing in here tonight?”

Honestly, there is no good reason, I’m just wasting my time, listening to Tom Waits, and then I got distracted by Brand New. I might add a video I found of them recently, because it’s such a great rearrangement of their song, “Jesus Christ”.

But apart from that, I’m grappling with something that should really be inconsequential because it’s just me being a judgmental bastard, but I’m getting really tired of seeing all this PR and Social Media bullshite on my twitter and blog feeds. Of course I could just block or unfollow anyone whose content I found irritating, but it’s not the persons, it’s just the inane subject matter that I’ve moved past, but it still follows me around like bad B.O.

And then, it might also just be me, who’s just being a snarky jerk who’s not eating any pie now, and seeing other people eat pie. Let’s just call it petty jealousy.

But seriously, maybe I’ll be sorting my life out really soon, when I get that offer letter to teach. But that’s another adventure I’ll talk about another time.

Right now, I remember asking Jess where all the arty, funny, Christian girls were.. and it’s true, they’re all in Australia. I’m facing a drought in the dating scene, or if I ever had one in the first place. Given, I’ve kind of (d)evolved into this commitment phobic person, simply because I cannot get my house in order, and yet I hold on to a conservative value system that wants to believe in the right type of relationship, yet I’m attracted to off-beat girls who usually do not share similar values and beliefs as I do. And if I want to do the right thing, it’s not to lead anyone on right? Right… …

Ah Catharsis, you are my best friend. Consequence, you can take a ticket and I’ll see you when I’m done with all the other crap I gotta deal with first. But yeah.. hang in there, or maybe just go home.. you and I never really worked out.