I woke myself up

For whatever reason something strange happened while I was trying to sleep.  A post woke me.  Well more of an oddball thought then a post but a thought that would not leave me and the more I thought about it, the more I wanted to write about it.

This weekend was a good weekend.  Got to see people I have fun with and made a few new friends.  Now I am sure the exact events of the weekend would be more entertaining than my current thought but it was not the weekend that has woken me on this night.

It was an interaction with someone that I have met a few times before.  The first time we met it was pleasant and that’s all I really remember about.  It’s not who you might be thinking of. The next time we met was brutal.  In the sense that the discussion we had was one of the most passive aggressive talks I have ever had (not me but from them.)  So bad that I brought it in the conversion about how impossible it was to talk to them.  That’s fine; I left and continued on my journey of drinking and having a good time.  I really didn’t think much of it other than that person is having a bad night.  But then the craziest thing happened.  I saw that person again and it was the same damn thing.  So I stood back and watched, if only for a few moments, if their interactions with other people were just as weird. They may have just been unpleasant people all together. But no, they were pleasant and having fun.  While I get talked to like someone, at any moment could smash a bottle over my head for some unexplained atrocity I have cause this person.  The final conclusion is that this person loathes me for unknown reasons.  So much so that it was like talking to a republican about abortion.  They produced a lot of long hateful stares and backhanded comments that would make small children cry.  Not from me but from my samurai word smith foe of the night.   As usual I walked off to find someone more fun to talk to.  Cause rudeness isn’t just rude but incredibly boring.

Now, I’m not the kind of person that needs everyone to like me because I automatically assume that there is no one cooler in any room I step into, therefore “haters goin hate.” 

Final summation?  A great weekend with hopes for a repeat soon.  With a small, almost none existent interaction that I look forward to making worse in the future.  Now I can go back to sleep.

Out of touch

For some reason I have come to believe I am out of touch with modern music.  Well in the area of pop.  I am well versed in punk and death metal and have limited knowledge of other genres.  But pop eludes me radar due to most of it being very bad.

The reason this is on my mind is there was an acoustic song by an artist i'm listening to and I thought to myself that it was great baby making music.  But then remembered that I have terrible taste in music, according to the rest of the world.  Makes me wonder what other people would enjoy during coitus.

The world may never know

small one

Who listens to movie critics anymore.  Just saw a commercial for The Last Airbender and they quoted all kinds of critics, who it was the best movie of the year.  I didn't see the movie but I can assure myself that it was probable in the top 10 ten worst movies of the year.  Movie critics are now bought and paid for by film industry and anyone that says other wise is blind to the world.

I really want to hurt society sometimes

well first, I would like to say sorry for not posting.  I did say I would try to do this as long as it could hold my interest.  So, that wasn't very long but I did promise some people to get back into it, due to intense interest in it.

On to the real post.

I got angry when while I was enjoy a nice dinner and drinks today.  So here is the setup.
An incredible hot girl walks in.  I notice.  After she passes but not out of my sight a guy follows.  Well instead of saying the phrase "respect" in my head (cause a guy and respect another guy with a hot girl)  I say to myself, "I'm going to hurt someone."  The reason one might ask as to why I would instantly hate not just a person but everyone in a room or city or what have you.  The answer is he was wearing a cowboy hat.  Thats fine normally but this was a woven black straw cowboy hat that was shinny, real shinny.  Not the end of it.  He was also wearing a black cowboy shirt.  Nothing funny going on there,  except this shirt had big hearts bedazzled  into it.   Now first thought against this guy was, "this is fine cause this guy here is gay and gay guys can do that shit,"  but that was not what was going on here.  I haven't even mentioned that this is Hollywood, not somewhere where one could wear a cowboy hat and shirt.

Why is this ok with hollywood.  Why does moron mcgee get an incredible hot girl.  I'm not saying that I am more deserving but I definitely more deserving then that idiot.

I do feel like this is where I would go into an insane rant about hipsters and their fucking wool hats or the new hippies, who make me sick to my stomach when I see one but this post has gone on long enough and House is on.  So another time.

I get back at you society.  Not sure how but one day.

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