so, i got fired recently. considering my previous blog where i discussed my dislike for people, losing my job was not a bad thing. the fine state of missouri is providing me with unemployment and i have decided to take this summer to bike instead of drive, drink a lot of beer, and read a ton of books.
i am also giving up relationships for the summer. i can date and have fun, but no boyfriends and no serious relationships with feelings. summer of zero attachments and commitments and responsibilities until September 1.
i am also going to try and keep a running blog to document the BBB summer. cheers.
Tuesday, May 31, 2011
Wednesday, May 25, 2011
on being unhappy
I seem to have a true talent for being unhappy. I have many talents; writing, roller derby, cooking, but being unhappy is my one true shining skill. If you could be a professional performer of unhappy, I would be famous.
Aside from having a talent for being unhappy, I also am a professional at creating situations in which I can be unhappy. Or in ruining situations in which I could be happy, which is the opposite of unhappy. It is as if I am afraid to cheat on unhappy with success, or joy, or contentedness. Damn you, monogamy.
Example: I once met a boy. He was wonderful, intelligent, hilarious and had good hair. I felt very happy. I was laughing a lot and smiling and doing lots of cuddling. Unhappy got jealous and demanded that I leave happy and come back to him (unhappy). So, I set about systematically destroying the relationship, much to unhappy's delight. I ruined it to the point that good hair boy will never speak to me again. The only positive thing I can say is that at least I'm not a cheater. I am a one-emotion kind of woman. Lucky me.
Aside from having a talent for being unhappy, I also am a professional at creating situations in which I can be unhappy. Or in ruining situations in which I could be happy, which is the opposite of unhappy. It is as if I am afraid to cheat on unhappy with success, or joy, or contentedness. Damn you, monogamy.
Example: I once met a boy. He was wonderful, intelligent, hilarious and had good hair. I felt very happy. I was laughing a lot and smiling and doing lots of cuddling. Unhappy got jealous and demanded that I leave happy and come back to him (unhappy). So, I set about systematically destroying the relationship, much to unhappy's delight. I ruined it to the point that good hair boy will never speak to me again. The only positive thing I can say is that at least I'm not a cheater. I am a one-emotion kind of woman. Lucky me.
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