Marvelously Tragic

Its been a nice night out, having a realistic conversation with people who matter significantly to me. You could say its been a pleasantly surprising night, and I’m nonplussed that the people I never expected to ever have a decent conversation with are actually the best ones, with whom I can be comfortable and perfectly truthful without the dogged fear of being double-crossed by Judas wannabes, of which I seem to be a magnet for lately. Even though plenty of repulsive innuendos by these Judas players were discovered on this lovely night, I’m glad to say I’ve reached a level of maturity to not give a rat’s ass (and I say this not to boast, but to hope that you readers would see it as an achievement).

But of course my maturity only limits up to eighteen years, and its been steadily reducing to a low these few months. I really do hope with all my heart that people will learn to grow up soon, and quit being so goddamn condescending all the time. It drives me up with wall, a pretty tall one at that. And the fact that I say this is because my tolerance has been stretched pretty much as far as it goes, and if people don’t start acting their age, then I really hope they won’t take it to heart when I really decide to give them the sock, one fine day which might just come in the very near future. Perhaps the friendships have run their course, and after all, things nowadays are all tagged with an expiry date, and I would be beleaguered if I had to pretend any longer.

p.s I am seriously considering deleting my facebook. It annoys the bejeezus out of me and I have this real oddball of a fella who thinks its highly amusing to add me 5 times a day even though I ignore every one of them with a vengeance. You’d think he’d get the idea wouldn’t you, but no, this guy could win the fucking lottery at least fifty times in his miserable lifetime if he went on with his ticket-buying like he did adding me. I kid you not. Some people really do need to get a life. I don’t care if he sold his soul (what little its worth anyways) or his mother’s flowery teapots, but he better do it real quick before I castrate him and throw him in the path of a speeding truck.