My temp corner

I would say, given the fact that I do not like myself one bit, that I'm the least interesting man in the world, and you would think that I'm looking, reaching if you will for someone to tell me... "no, you are special", but I am not. I couldn't take a compliment from my FB "friends" or any other attention seeking whore.

I didn't shower today, and after working the whole morning, I went and watched TV for a little while, waited for the wife to cook, then when the afternoon was setting down, I worked on my backyard... the real mexican huh? I love working on my yard, but I hate picking up dog poop the same as I hate cleaning puke, and why not, wiping my ass.

Anyway, I also spent a good part of my evening cleaning up my temp corner.

So now I'm sitting at one of those chairs, drinking my pinot noir, eating cheese, and after a couple of chapters from the first and last freedom, I was drunk enough to pull out my laptop and write a couple of lines.

I am married, I've never had an affair, I've got 2 dogs, a job, 3 kids, 2 cars, a laptop, a bike, and after a whole day of nothingness I wash away my thoughts in a sea of depressing thoughts and irrelevant data that comes out of my tv or computer, so yes, I am as vanilla as they come, and for one or two reasons, that bothers the shit out of me.

I want to be a Jim Morrison, and Albert Einstein, a God damn Frank Sinatra, fuck, I wish I was my dog Calvin the careless little yorkie who sits on the sun the whole day waiting for someone to open the backyard door to come running inside and pee everywhere. I wish I could pee everywhere!

Back to my initial comment... I am the least interesting man in the world, and I drink 2 X for Christ's sake!

Why do we crave to be spacial? we chase that spacial place in someone else's mind with complete disregard of what we are and want giving ourselves away that not even the whore at the corner would only to find disappointment and misery, but isn't that what we crave? drama and misery? it not that the ultimate sacrifice?
To live and die for someone else other than ourselves?

Social Media

I woke up this morning with the inexplicable desire to know what you had for breakfast, and of course the need to decipher what your cryptic message could possibly mean, and how could I resist that relatively cute picture of your kids, no, no, no, I can't. I need to know every little single detail of your interesting life, and if you can add to all that, those beautiful single line expensive pieces of wisdom you acquired either from another post somewhere within your massive list of friends or read in the back of the bus... please share it all!

I was just thinking that I could possibly write a whole inspirational book if I were to append all those little notes we are writing on each other's walls and circles and probably make me a million or so. 

I sat on my judgmental chair last night and while bored with my own life I turned to my trusted FB and G+ to fill in the gap. Low and behold, I didn't run short on inspirational quotes from all my happy well adapted "friends" who spend countless hours sitting on their ass looking for something interesting to put, and oh my God have they failed, day in and day out they have failed in providing me with the entertainment and depth I so desperately need.  

I wish I could trade likes, and be part of the club, and I am so jaded now that even when someone manages to put up something interesting I somehow dismiss it as stupid or useless, but we have become such a lazy bunch that blogs and full length articles have become thing of the past and replaced by tweets because guess what??? they HAVE to be short! 

Which brings me to a realization that I better stop writing before I lose the one reader that might have come across this.

I have literally been having this strange sensation lately of being outside of the world, a complete outsider if you like. I do not seem to be able to connect with a single person in my life as every conversation that I could have would be completely irrelevant.

I'm incapable of capturing any of my thoughts which seem to be blazing through my mind leaving it emptier as time progresses, which brings me to a topic that has been circling my mind; pretty much like bird of prey circles the sky calculating its attack, waiting for the perfect moment to charge and rip the profits of its patience and drive only to satisfy its hunger. Is my life interesting? what does interesting mean? is it fashionable to be interesting? Do I find anything interesting at all? And all those questions force me to thing about labels; labels of level of intrigue, fascination, beauty, humor, introversion, extroversion, pleasant, perfect...boring! next topic please.