galen

Got lots done yesterday N today, i can just about see an end to the moving now, so i got that goin for me.... which is... which is nice.

So what is it about sittin at the bar and havin somebody sit down next to you and almost immediately introduce themselves, say they're from outta town, in for business, been here for over a month, blah blah blah.... That's all kewl N stuff, i'm always up for interesting conversation. But somewhere along the lines, this person got lost in their job. Everything i said came full circle about them and their fucking job. This person LIVES their job. And it sounds like a really shit job too. They wanted to know what i did for a living. I said i werk for a non-profit.

"Oh that's nice, i did that too back in blah blah blah, doing blah blah blah. After a while i just started looking around when they talked incessantly. Thank GAWD a server came over and invited me to go along with them to another place.

It's beyond these people's imaginations that the werld will keep turning without them.

I mean, ask me what i do in my spare time. How many times an hour i masturbate. Nooooo... this fucker had to one up me every time i opened my mouth. There was more than once where i could see it in their eyes that they just couldn't wait to start talking again, so i'd ramble on and on, talking about nothing, making up stories that happened to me at werk, etc... It didn't werk...

Living in a fuckin tunnel...

Specialists in what they do and nothing else.

Unreachable.

Blind to the fact that life is about people.

When they die and stand before God and find out that they've wasted their fucking lives on shit.

I bet i'll be laughing at them somewhere.