The good times are killing me
Summer school sucks a fat left anything. I hate incompetent professors with no sense of timing, who have no business teaching an accelerated course considering that they teach slower than a normal professor during regular academic sessions. I can also do without the pretentious students who attempt to philosophize and wax intellectual on subjects that they have no previous background in, such as ecosystem geography. We'd all like to sound smart, but unfortunately, not all of us attended prick school like you elites did. If I didn't have three papers due and three midterms next week, I'd probably bitch more about you people.
Oh yeah, anyone wanna sublet my apartment for a month? In a bout of awesome timing, my subletters are gonna bail on the room they're subletting at the end of this month. I just found out about this yesterday, so all the feelings that are normally associated to such an event haven't hit me as of yet. But seriously, let me know.
Although I can't wait for summer school end, I'm not looking forward to life at home either. It's great having my grandma around, so there's someone that can actually look after her, but I don't have a room of my own. My parents have been hassling me to no end every week to send in resumes, which is something I don't even want to deal with at the moment. My head is stuck in school mode, something I've articulated to them many times as calmly as I could without using the word "fuck."
"If you don't do it now, then it'll be forever before you hear back from a single employer." Their response.
Yeah? Then how about I just fail out of this quarter and we can play this game for as long as you like. Who needs a fucking college degree anyway, right?
I'm no longer attracted to anyone in my opposite gender. Everyone that I meet I automatically create false histories about that dissuade me from pursuing anything. I haven't called that girl that gave me her number back at the cafe yet, and I don't plan on doing so. There's a lot of things I don't plan on doing at this point, namely getting into a relationship. I don't want to get laid. I don't want all the bullshit bureaucracy and double-standards and Washington double-talk that goes with having to confer with members of the opposite sex that are "more than friends." I hate being fake. I hate pretending that I care about their drama and all their fucked-up quirks that make them unwelcome thieves of air that someone else could be breathing. I hate your fucking music.
I haven't had an erection in over a week and a half. I'd try to, but then that would be paying false tribute to a gender in which 90 percent of its constituents emcompass about 100 percent of everything that's wrong with the world today. My penis is resolute in its flaccidity.
Otherwise, there's nothing new going on. My postings are exactly identical in their themes, only they're worded differently and I concentrate on different feelings at the moment. Nevertheless, everything I write is a summation of every single event and emotion that I've experienced and somehow managed to internalize into something negative. I don't have anyone to talk to, I feel like nobody understands me, and those that I try to talk to just tend to minimalize the whole of my experiences into one arbitrary example of me acting irrational. I don't want your sympathy, I don't want your false promises, I don't want you to talk down on me; I just want someone to fucking listen.
God or someone help me. I feel so fucking alone.
Oh yeah, anyone wanna sublet my apartment for a month? In a bout of awesome timing, my subletters are gonna bail on the room they're subletting at the end of this month. I just found out about this yesterday, so all the feelings that are normally associated to such an event haven't hit me as of yet. But seriously, let me know.
Although I can't wait for summer school end, I'm not looking forward to life at home either. It's great having my grandma around, so there's someone that can actually look after her, but I don't have a room of my own. My parents have been hassling me to no end every week to send in resumes, which is something I don't even want to deal with at the moment. My head is stuck in school mode, something I've articulated to them many times as calmly as I could without using the word "fuck."
"If you don't do it now, then it'll be forever before you hear back from a single employer." Their response.
Yeah? Then how about I just fail out of this quarter and we can play this game for as long as you like. Who needs a fucking college degree anyway, right?
I'm no longer attracted to anyone in my opposite gender. Everyone that I meet I automatically create false histories about that dissuade me from pursuing anything. I haven't called that girl that gave me her number back at the cafe yet, and I don't plan on doing so. There's a lot of things I don't plan on doing at this point, namely getting into a relationship. I don't want to get laid. I don't want all the bullshit bureaucracy and double-standards and Washington double-talk that goes with having to confer with members of the opposite sex that are "more than friends." I hate being fake. I hate pretending that I care about their drama and all their fucked-up quirks that make them unwelcome thieves of air that someone else could be breathing. I hate your fucking music.
I haven't had an erection in over a week and a half. I'd try to, but then that would be paying false tribute to a gender in which 90 percent of its constituents emcompass about 100 percent of everything that's wrong with the world today. My penis is resolute in its flaccidity.
Otherwise, there's nothing new going on. My postings are exactly identical in their themes, only they're worded differently and I concentrate on different feelings at the moment. Nevertheless, everything I write is a summation of every single event and emotion that I've experienced and somehow managed to internalize into something negative. I don't have anyone to talk to, I feel like nobody understands me, and those that I try to talk to just tend to minimalize the whole of my experiences into one arbitrary example of me acting irrational. I don't want your sympathy, I don't want your false promises, I don't want you to talk down on me; I just want someone to fucking listen.
God or someone help me. I feel so fucking alone.
posted by 99thdream at 11:44 AM
2 Comments:
So I've been wondering, and just remembered my wonder when reading this particular post, what exactly makes a great listener? If a person simply listened and made no reply at the end of listening, would the speaker truly be satisfied? Unless this was face to face, and the listener was so incredibly touched that they were tearing up or offered a silent hug or something, I just feel like the majority of the time we open up and tell another person something, we are looking for something in return. Am I wrong? So I understand that most of the time we aren't exactly looking for advice, or sympathy, or promises, but then what are we looking for? Do we really just want silence and eye contact? Or a meaningless "I see."? What if you're conversing through a non-visual medium? Then? Just silence? Anyway, you don't have to reply if you don't want to, seeing as I am of that opposite gender you despise, but I would love to hear what you have to say if you care to share. I'm just perplexed. I guess that much is obvious.
I would listen to you Robert...anytime. - Joe
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