diagnosis: wanderlust

somebody sent me a link to a teen survey recently. while i know that the answers provided therein are probably worth less than, well, whatever, i figured that it might be fitting to post it here. also, i offer you an apology for the break in the colour scheme on the survey page. i couldn't be bothered to deal with the jumbled mess in that file.

i'm another one of these bloggers. you know the type. the kind that pisses me off.

there's so much crap in the world that makes me want to go and burn down a good chunk of robson street. if it weren't illegal, i'd consider it. people are sheep. they don't know shit. they think they're living their lives as good christians (or whatever). they're just cogs in the machine.

i once said that there are two kinds of people in the world. fifteeners and eighty-fivers. i seek to change that. the dichotomy remains, but not the nomenclature:

there are two types of people in the world, those who understand that the world is a fucked-up place and those that don't quite get it.

so, somebody tell me: why is it that i'm surrounded by all these idiots?

i'm twenty years old. i've fought to get where i am. i'm going to start losing it pretty soon, though. i need a job. badly.

i'd also like to find some kind of partner in life. that would be nice. just a nice, simple guy. few hangups. no crazy crazies. someone who looks like the boy next door. someone who treats me with respect and courtesy. someone who makes me feel good about myself. someone who i know likes me just as much as i like them. no internet, no odyssey, no nothing. just him, me, a street corner, two hands full of groceries and a bit of chance. bump into each other. flying cans of chick-peas and parcels of sausage and cheese. celery. lettuce. eggplant. a stunned, confused jew.

yeah, right. like that would ever happen. someone, just send me back to ghent. that'll fix everything.