But as people know sad news sells better than good news. So I am ultimately driven into a state of depression. I mean it's just all bad. Not all bad but enough for it be acceptable to exaggerate the amount of bad.
But some things just annoy me like today I read about classes for infants coping with stress. Yeah, babies who have high stress.
I mean how stressed can a toddler be?! I mean Sex And The City toddlers would just be "Oh I had such a stressful meeting with father today, I had to sit in my own urine for several minutes..."
I mean thinking about it logically, if you were to raise the level of stress up in accordance with your age, if you were getting therapy session at aged two, you should be allowed 6 months of hibernation where you can cry in the foetal position drinking ice cream and nobody can disturb you at age 18. And when you have kids you just get a years holiday. From anything you don't want to do. But then your kids would probably have some sort of stress problem from not having parents for the first year of their life, which would mean they would have therapy aged two to cope with it.
It's a vicious cycle.
Point is it's like pet therapy, or psychic readings in a mall. It's just mollycoddling to the point of delusion. Sure hug your kid but don't take hugging classes to learn how to appreciate each other more.
Now I put Human Engineering in the title of this for a reason. This is a separate title, because it's the only word I can use to describe this person. I mean there must have been thousands of years of genetics gone into creating this guy. He is what I can only describe as perfect. Now I'm not gay but I can appreciate if a guy seems amazingly perfect. I was recently catching up with an old friend.
I've always liked her and she is great and stuff obviously there would be no point to this story if I didn't have a soft spot for her. So anyway it's basically a story of obstacles, on my way to find a partner. I say it in such a formal manner so that it doesn't become all weird and awkward.
Point is I realised from a very early stage that nothing was going to happen between me and this girl so I quickly forgot about it. And by forgot I mean pushed into the back of my mind so that one day when I least suspect it, it will come out in a flurry or anger and violence. Which will be awful but hey, I hurt my wrist when I try and hit stuff so it's not like anyone will be the least bit affected.
Anyway she recently said she liked this guy so I of course enquired to him and he is the aforementioned feat of genetic engineering I spoke of above. Now of course he is at university which is where most normal people my age are, and probably doing very well so this is sign No. 1.
He is what I assume women would call attractive and not like to anyone person but like generally, so he has mass appeal. Sign No. 2.
When he is not studying to better himself he is helping sick children in Africa. This isn't even a joke, It's such a stereotype that I'm not even sure people still do it but they do indeed. Sign No 3 + 4. (It's so impressive that it counts as two.
Lastly he plays guitar and sings. And well! Not like me who mumbles and thinks if he is quiet enough people will think he is really intense. I mean come on, he will take you to Africa and then propose through song...playing an instrument he will be able to afford with the money from his well paid job he got through his degree. Sign No. 5...
The only thing that people could consider wrong is that he is a little short. Not even like short just average probably. I mean I do beat him there but then again 6ft 4 is almost getting too tall. Like awkwardly tall too.
And that's all I have to say about that.
But yeah if you like the stuff I write, and want to hang and are not from Russia (Nothing wrong with Russia just can't afford the flights on my wage...) Hit me up through the default comments system which was set up without my knowing. Or is that weird? Probably. Screw it.
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