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?
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?
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