I had this whole entry written out and ready to send in for anyone to read, and then I didn't like what I had written so I deleted it, I didn't save it, just erase and gone. So now escribire de otra cosa, de nada.
Saturday night and instead of going out with my friends, they called thirty minutes ago to go over their place, I decided to sit here for a while and write. I decided not to be sociable and entertaining tonight. Just sit and ponder what the hell I will do. I have been doing this a lot. I never come up with an answer, it doesn't depress me as I know it would to someone, I mean it is better to ponder about what we will be doing eventually then think about how to get out of something we are doing right now that we don't like to be doing. Long sentence, but do I make sense?
Frivolous, again who cares.
Parents. I am old, well, older than twenty-one, but the minute the parents speak my brain shuts down and I get annoyed by them. Is this normal?
They will ask me a question regarding the siblings, digging for dirt, and I usually will respond in an annoying and rude tone. My usual response is why don't you ask them your self. Sometimes, I will get a lecture because of them. For instance, if one or all of them do something wrong I will get the lecture. The responsibility lecture, again, I tell them why don't you tell them this. Their response, "Well, they don't listen." Excuse me, parents, but do you really think I want to hear the same lecture over and over again? NO! It is annoying. Especially, since I am not the one that did the deed.
Again who cares.
It is funny the smallest thing that can annoy us.
When I am told what to do when I am doing it. My brain just wants to commit murder.
When somebody does something nice for someone else, and they complain because it wasn't done the way they want it. Just be a bit grateful.
One uppers. Enough said.
The smacking of the lips when people talk. Ha Ha. I am just going crazy now.
Hell, I know, I annoy people. They have told me.
Oh well, I am human...and I still don't know what I will do.
What annoys you?
Saturday
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It’s now Friday, but it’d been Thursday, which had prompted my deliberations.
There’s work being done on the Liverpool loop-line and I had to get a bus from James Street Station to Limes Street. Fair enough. No hassle.
But, in the lift I overheard two black young ladies talking, as you do.
One had been talking of a contract the other should sign, which would bring in £500 pound an hour, for D.J. ‘work.’
Now I’d been on the way to help out on a soup-kitchen, which I’ve worked on now for over ten years and I see more people needing us, not less.
But, that isn’t what gets me.
What gets me is that we don’t make anything in Britain anymore: and everyone below the age of twenty-five seems to think they can be a pop-star, or successful footballer: all without effort, or any real training. I’m referring of course to the age of the quick buck, where everyone can be an instant success, or so Pop Idol would have us believe; either that, or overnight, you will be a millionaire, without any effort, of course, thanks to the lottery. What happened to our society?
Why is it we seem to venerate D.J.’s; popstars and footballers, rather than nurses and shipbuilders and doctors and bricklayers?
Does money, the almighty buck, mean that a popstar has more worth in our society than someone who makes the homes we live in? Or, is a D.J. of more worth in our society, than a nurse, who cares for you and your elderly parents?
I mean, just how on earth does that make sense?
by Kendrix1uk@yahoo.co.uk
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