Too many of my peers are obsessed with finding love, and it irks the very fiber of my being.
Not knocking love itself, it’s awesome (I’d imagine), but… come on, son. Acting like the sky is falling because you haven’t found your quote-unquote “soul mate”, at the age of 16-24, is fucking ridiculous.
Every time I hear someone my age start bellowing things like “No one’s out there! I’m going to die alone and miserable!”, etc., I get the urge to deliver a swift shoryuken to their jaw.
Shit, most of y’all still live at home with your parents.
There’s no rule book that says you’re fucked if you don’t marry your high school sweetheart, and there are plenty of middle-aged folks out there just starting to find love.
If its meant for you, then it’s out there, so stop stressing it. It’ll be yours when the time is right.
In the meantime, let’s focus on you moving your broke ass out of your mom’s basement first, eh?
I’m a walking vault of other people’s secrets, desires, and fears.
I tend to be the person people talk to, about anything and everything.
Not that I mind it, but it gets a little odd at times, because I don’t necessarily fuck with too many people. And of said un-fucked-with individuals, I know things about them that they don’t think anyone would know about, let alone a cat like me who, at best, they hold a “Hi” and “Bye” type of conversation with.
Imagine how weird it would be if someone you didn’t know had seen the secret conversations you’ve had with so-and-so, or knew about the night you spent cheating on your spouse down to the smallest detail. Imagine if a guy knew exactly what your girlfriend looked like naked, or the names of every cat who ever ran a train on her, and you’d never even spoken with him, aboutanything. Imagine if a stranger walked up to you and told you he knew everything you’ve been trying to hide; to put behind you.
Now imagine you are that stranger.
It’s awkward at times, because I’ll see someone and want to make small talk, but I have to filter out everything I know about them and remember what’s public knowledge and what isn’t, and then remind myself to act surprised or unaware if they mention something I already knew.
It makes me feel like a one-man intelligence agency sometimes; like I’m some kind of spy, constantly in the field, staying cautious of keeping his cover uncompromised.
But, like I said, I don’t mind it. It’s just the role I play.
Thing is, on a laptop with (originally) 320 GB of space, I only have less than a gig left. And before I just transfer everything over to an external hard drive, I have to organize my files.
Not including movie files (which I’ll more than likely end up deleting), I currently have 598 albums spread across multiple folders within folders within folders. Tracking everything down, cleaning up the names, putting them in corresponding folders under artists, is taking entirely waaaaaaay too much effort at the moment.
Want to make someone really mad while simultaneously making them look stupid in a verbal disagreement?
Just don’t fight back.
This technique works wonders. Managed to utilize this twice in the past two months.
Once was awhile ago, when some chick came to the restaurant where I work raising hell. She was mad because she’d waited an extra five minutes for her food, and wanted to start yelling (at this point, the other people waiting for food were paying full attention).
I locked eyes with her, went:
"I’m sorry about that, miss. Here’s your food. Your total’ll be $23.21"
And just waited.
She looked like she wanted to say more, but there was nothing left for her. Just by taking away her chance to argue, homegirl sat there looking dumb while she gave me her money, and everyone behind her started laughing at her.
If you remove the object of conflict from a situation, it’ll knock the wind out of your opponent’s sails, because once you do, they realize that there’s literally no point in continuing to cause a scene (though sometimes it takes them a moment to reach this conclusion).
Even if you feel as if you weren’t in the wrong, if you manage to stay calm and brush it off, you come out on top of the debacle in everyone’s eyes.