Monday, October 31, 2005

To be the beholder and with-holder of information

I encounter a couple of these people.

They like to tell you they have
a bit of info,
a bit of gossip.
Some juice.

They tell you a little bit and then when they see your interest has peaked, they pull the cards really close to their chest and with-hold.

It's a power play.

They are assholes.

Usually the people who do with-hold and behold have little going on in their lives and live vicariously through your life.

I told the latest beholder that next time, I don't want to hear his shit. Next time- leave me out of it.

Go behold this!

Sunday, October 23, 2005

Who cares how you are?

If I ask someone I barely know "How are you?", I really only want a one word response. Maybe 2 at the most.

If you start giving me a life story, it takes every ounce of strength that I have to keep looking at you and pretend I'm actually listening.

Even if you do say you are good, you haven't really thought about it. You're just going through the motions. If you say no, then the other person is forced to ask why.

I just got stuck in a situation where I then had to pretend to care what someone was saying to me about the rut they have gotten into in their work and home life.

I'm not asking anyone how they are anymore. Even the people I do care about. I don't listen anyway. I always get stuck in the I'm good and you? loop.

Thursday, October 13, 2005

Was it a Tuesday or a Wednesday?

When oldery like people tell stories (usually boring, irrelevant ones), they have an obsession with letting you know what day of the week this insipid tale occurred on.

It makes no difference on the outcome- B.O.R.I.N.G., and a considerable amount of time is spent trying to work out the day.

This fascinates me to no end and I have started peppering all my conversations with:

“Was it a Wednesday or a Thursday?”

Sunday, October 02, 2005

Fuck off charity workers

I am sick of people shoving crap in my face.

I'm sick of charity workers explaining their cause that I don't give a shit about.

I'm sick of people trying to sell me something especially when I'm on my precious hour of a lunch break, or on my way racing home.

Are these marketers and charity workers insane?

You couldn't get anyone at a worse time.

Not to mention there are a billion charities out there all wanting your spare dollar and in the end I'm going to give what I give to- because I want to and these assholes who are getting paid to collect money shouldn't make me feel guilty either.

And what happened to just giving charity and not getting anything in return?!

I don't want a fucking badge, ribbon or gummy bracelet. And the problem is, you need to get one of these so the next asshole 5 metres down the road doesn't harrass you as well.

The next victims are those fucking idiots who hand out MX.