I wanted to get on my Playstation 3 this evening. Dreaming about shooting things on Half Life 2 got me through another long and tedious shift. But when I got in I remembered I had to something, then I remembered I had to something else. Then I had to go eat, then I got glued to the TV for 30 minutes, then I had to carry on doing the thing I was doing before because I hadn’t finished. Then I fell asleep for 30 minutes and now I’m writing this.
What happened to my free time? I feel like I’ve been held up by a masked band of abstract, time, bandito’s! My girlfriend says I should play for half an hour before I go to sleep, a good idea, only half an hour isn’t gonna cut it.
Argh, I just remembered I need to do something else and I still haven’t finished this other thing! I can’t be an adult, I’m giving up.
“Everyone thinks that writers must know more about the inside of the human head, but that is wrong. They know less, that’s why they write: trying to find out what everyone else takes for granted.”—Margaret Atwood. (via thesophie)
Haven’t written anything in days, actually its more like two weeks. I told myself that this break was necessary because I’m moving and that I have a slight family issue to deal with. Now that all these things seem to be resolved I now feel apprehensive about returning to my blank microsoft word document.
My new house is great and I have my loving supportive nuisance - I’m mean girlfriend - to take care of me. So I’m going to try and blog at least once a day no matter how shitty it might be. So that even if I haven’t continued with one of my projects I’ll feel like I’ve achieved something.
Maybe that’s all I need to be happy, the feeling that I’m achieving something, that I am creating something. Can I fool my self so easily? No, because I’ve just had this existential thought process so I’m clearly aware of my own bullshit.
I gotta go to the supermarket now because I have no food. I’ll think of something to post while I day dream down the aisle.
A man walks with his head down, always looking down.
He does this incase he’ll spot a ten, twenty or maybe even a fifty pound note lying on the floor. He thinks that maybe if he keeps looking down he’ll maybe find a brief case full of money in a bush, or that winning lottery ticket that hasn’t been handed in yet.
He never ever stops to look up at the beautiful sky hanging above his head.
I don’t want to be that man anymore.
Totally unprovoked assault. As history tends to repeat then it is entirely possible that further riots will break out. More and more people are getting angry, desperate and affraid. Including the police. All people are idiots, if they are a person in uniform then that idiosy is even more tragic.
Anyone who thinks violence solves problems is the worst kind of idiot. And Those who are violent just for the hell of it; should read more.