At what point do I
Accept the truth that this is
All I’ll ever be?
At what point do I
I wonder if I asked you
“What’s your favourite dinosaur”
You’d still say “chaffinch”
If you voted Tory, I hope you are forced to watch everything you love die before your eyes while you are powerless to stop it. I want you to wail with shrieking grief as you realise there is nothing left for you in this world. I want you to cry out for the release of death and be denied it, forced to live for eternity in the nightmare you have wrought for yourself.
I despise everything that gives you form.
And if you’re thinking of commenting saying that the Tories aren’t bad, or Brexit is a good thing, why don’t you fucking kill yourself instead you absolute waste of carbon.
Tony Blair is still
A goddamned war criminal.
Never forget that.
Just thought I’d let you know I’m in America right now, but I decided to create a separate blog to keep track of the adventure, so had on over to http://assholesontour.wordpress.com to follow along.
So far I’ve been to New York, Boston, Salem, Albany, Niagara Falls, Canada (briefly) and Erie.
Come and join the fun
Sure, I’m a great catch,
But no-one has enough skill
To catch me, it seems.
Maybe not a bad thing
Now that i think about it
I will die alone
If you think the Earth is flat, you’re a fucking moron.
If you believe in the Mandela Effect, you’re a fucking moron.
If you think the Earth is only 6,000 years old, you’re a fucking moron.
If you believe in God, you’re a fucking moron.
Get me the fuck off this planet, I’m surrounded by fucking morons.
Fuck you all.
I am lonely.
This will come as no surprise to long term readers of this blog (if there are any), but really I wanted to explain how my particular loneliness manifests.
You see, I have friends. I have good friends. And yet most of the time I still feel alone. The majority of my friends are married and some have kids too. Although this means that they understandably have less time to see me, I don’t begrudge them that. It’s not a path through life that I wish to take personally, but it is the path that makes most people happy, and seeing my friends happy is good.
So why am I complaining? Am I sad that I’m single? Well, not really. I’ve come to learn over the years that perhaps I am simply not built for romantic relationships. They never work. Some readers may tell me that I simply have not met the right person, and by doing so they will be driving at the crux of the matter: there is no right person.
I have always been very independent. I’d rather do something myself than get someone else to do it for me. I’m decisive and have little trouble choosing what restaurant to eat at, or where I want to go on holiday for instance. This independence has led to me having a number of fantastic adventures and exploring some wonderful places. All too often these adventures have been solitary.
I can be impulsive. I get an idea in my head and I act on it. I usually take adequate precautions and make necessary preparations. To many people this is terrifying, but I thrive on that fear. The discomfort is what helps me develop. A few years ago someone I cared about deeply told me that I was fearless and she was a coward. I’m not fearless, and I never was; I’m just ready to face that fear.
I have a worldview which is “odd” by societal standards. I hate TV. I don’t use social media. I disagree with the concept of pet ownership. I don’t drink, smoke or take drugs. I go through periods where I crave human contact and periods where I crave solitude. I am fiercely independent and would prefer to use an inferior product which I made myself than a superior one I bought.
My loneliness does not exist because I don’t have friends. It exists because I often feel like the only member of my species. My loneliness persists because I do not know how to fix this without sacrificing who I am.
Imagine if you
Could actually feel something.
Wouldn’t that be nice?