Conspiracy

Lordy. Today I was crippled for two hours.

First, I'm running low on fuel, two traffic builds up as people rush to fuel stations. It takes me a blistering hour to cover a journey that takes ten to fifteen minutes. Then I can't fuel coz.....well, that's where all the traffic is headed. Then I get home and no lights, and I'm out of credit.

Then the ATM decides I should save and not spend by denying me my dues. I go back home to deal with my misery and my phone is running out of charge. I turn to the long-battery-life "Ippy" and it's at 25% - two and a half hours worth. So I decide to continue reading my current novel - Ramses, the Damned by Anne Rice. Guess what, I'd synced the iPad with a fresh install of iTunes and my novels are all gone. All of them. I'm as damned as Ramses, not as old though, but with the same passion for immortality (Remind me to discuss immortality one of these days, I have a thought or two on the subject).

Depression. Home alone with no lights, no charge, no credit, no novel, no fuel, no food and no money. Times you wish you'd made the move on that Neighbour a long time ago.

Most of these are resolved now. But it left me wondering at how dependent we are on volatile things. I guess this is where family comes in handy. Should I get married? Not yet, I've downloaded mahjong in case that happens again. Nice try tho.

Random thought. Screw you for outing me. Screw you, and a threesome too.

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Blogs?

Wikipedia says a blog (a blend of the term web log) is a type of website or part of a website. Blogs are usually maintained by an individual with regular entries of commentary, descriptions of events, or other material such as graphics or video.

Blogger.com says A blog is a personal diary. A daily pulpit. A collaborative space. A political soapbox. A breaking-news outlet. A collection of links. Your own private thoughts. Memos to the world. ..... whatever you want it to be. There are millions of them, in all shapes and sizes, and there are no real rules.

The point of all these definitions is that no one should question whats in a blog........unless they do it in a blog. That part of "whatever you want it to be" allows me to.

Anyway, my contention is that I find no value in your blog if its mere rantings. Give me your thoughts about something, however random, but once you make it "days of your lives" then I don't think its wise to pay attention. Nausea, by definition, is not appealing.

Having said all that, I think I approve of the use of blogs as emotional vents. If it reduces the psychological instability of the populace then great.

So here's my vent for the day. If being used makes you useful, why does it feel so damn lame? And are we allowed to be deliberately less useful or is purpose the sum total of our lives?

Random thought. I can post in blue. Vertigo is such a delightfully thrilling feeling.

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Familiarity breeds contempt

How true.


Yes, that's the totality of this post. The saying, and a confirmation of my belief in its truth.


Random thought? Not so random today. People need to stop having serious expectations.

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Random musings

Today I'm feeling melancholic. Why? Maybe it's abba, Michael Jackson and Elton John's fault.


Humans are by nature social beings. We can't stand being alone. And it's a tall order at times since we can be alone even in a crowd. The desire to associate, and be associated with is not quenched my mere physical proximity. I used to be better at this. I used to watch movies all alone and get lost in my thoughts of a world not anything like this, and even in that world I'd be alone. Alone but respected, admired and loved. Can't do that anymore. Always itching for company. Crap. Crap crappity crap.


On a less sad note, I started this sentence not knowing how I was going to end it. I suspect I'll become really good at thinking on my feet one day. Introducing created topics flawlessly. I hope it won't coincide with the loss of my innocence, my deeply rooted hate for lying.


Apart from "sacrifice" and "can you feel the love tonight", I've forwarded through Elton John's songs. His songs define melancholy.


Glass and black. Transparency and opaqueness. I like the contradiction. Just wait until I'm rich enough to hire an interior designer and still have money left over to buy what she recommends. Yes, must be a she. Don't ask why.

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Judges without verdict

One day I'll write a post without the words 'I' or 'me'. But not today. Me I'll write about something else.


Having said that, bad english grates me. Especially when it flaws good looks. If you look like rail track kill then I won't notice those errors. Flogging a dead horse? Ok, that's cruel. But seriously, it's a multistage process. First, looks. Then, posture, dressing and mannerisms followed by speech patterns and apparent intelligence. And it's a knockout type session.


Please note, I do not subscribe to the school of thought that people should only opine on topics which they have absolute command of. I think the concept of fair opinion counts. So forgive my many slip-ups, English is not native to me, it's the product of a system designed by lesser gods.


What does the world have against quiet people? I recently gave this some thought and this is my two cents on the matter (due to inflation, the aforementioned two cents may not be what they once were). Everyone judges, with brute efficiency we form opinions on things we have limited information about. And we proceed to act on presumptions and assumptions. And everyone is aware of this. It's why we dress up and learnt to speak and behave as we prefer to. Our preferences are dictated by our need to influence others opinion of ourselves.


So since we know others do it to us, and since we have a vested interest in the opinion formed, we itch to know how we've fared. Now here comes the connection. Quiet people don't betray their thoughts as readily as our benevolent-mouthed colleagues. So you know you've been judged, but don't know the verdict.


See how much a quiet person is distrusted in a crowd. It's akin to how a sober person is regarded by drunks. You feel observed n yet denied of a basic right, the right to open sentence. You subconsciously run a trial through your mind and unless your conscience is singed, the trial consumes you. Ish.


I like quiet people, they set everyone on edge and get them to quietly stew themselves.


Random thought - of late I've been mixing fruit juice and soda. What's that all about?

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Online diaries cum blogs

Thanks to my browser randomly crashing, I've lost a three paragraph post. Let me see if I can remember what I was on about.


First, something about not making this an online diary followed by a recap of the things I did yesterday and an oops about having just made this into a diary of a not so interesting personality. I mean, so I had a great wine evening, so some young but legal ones came to entertain us with not so traditional (actualy rather swaggerific) dance. So I got into bed at 6. Right about here came the oops.


Moving on to the more substantial observation. Social media has brought out innate human traits. I think this is what the good book calls the pride of life. The desperate desire to ensure our peers are aware of even minuscule social achievements. I suppose that's what made Facebook and twitter what they are today. Why tell one when you can broadcast to all. I say we need a CCK license to have Facebook and twitter accounts.


Random thought - Insipid. Cuddle. Liver. Don't ask.

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5 months later

So much for regular blog posts. Told you I have a problem expressing myself.

Why am I here? Because one Silas asked me to join the world of bloggers and I got incensed by the fact that all my friends blogs consist of emotional vents against the perceived unfairness of life, and similar tantrums.

PS, I use commas a lot. Frequently erroneously, I'm sure. Bite me.

So here I am, venting against bloggers who use their blogs to vent. Conforming to the social norm. One Nelly would be so proud of my new found link with the rest of homo-sapia.

Oh, i love the shell of the person who got me started on this again, very well done. I hope it won't crumble any time soon.

Random though - There and back again, a hobbits tale.

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