For the past week or so I have been desperately trying to write a new post for this blog. I have started writing on many different topics and none of them have had enough content to be called a complete post and so were abandoned, left to die in the basement of sub-par texts where writings such as "The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Nightime", "Twilight", and anything by Andrew Bolt should also be lying. I did, however, like what I had written in the short posts and have decided to mould three of them together into one uber post which contains my favourite non-related ideas. Enjoy.
Case Of The Ex
Oh there is nothing like the title of a fairly average 90's song by Mya to set the mood and give a general idea of what this post will be about. Thank you Mya.
I have given up on feeling bad about little things in relationships. I used to feel guilty for even noticed that someone else was attractive, but recently I seem to think nothing of it; which I believe is completely fair. When I go out I feel withink my rights to notice someone attractive as long as I don't do anything about it; most people think this way as well I would assume as it is only human nature to notice. The issue that I have, however, is with noticing the ex; is it the same thing?
I have three exs to whom I talk to fairly often. One, who shall be referred to as 'N', is a complete shit who used to be a nice person, but all of a sudden became an arse to everyone, but N is in my larger group of high school friends so we see each other often. I will most likely be writing about N in future posts so it might be easy to understand if you remember the name. Another ex, who shall be reffered to as 'A', is one of the bets people you will ever meet. A and I were just simply not matched for each other but we are, at the moment, very close friends. A is not in my 'group' of high school friends but is still friends with many of my friends; in other words, at school you would not often find us together. A is a good friend of mine and the person I am currently going out with, who shall be referred to as 'M', has no issue with this which I am thankful for. There is a problem though; my most recent ex, 'J'. J is extremely attractive and is similar to me in so many ways. Although we are only friends, and I intend to keep it that way (I'm sure my ex agrees), I can't help but notice that J is attractive everytime we are together. Is it worse to notice the looks of an ex than it is to notice the looks of someone who you don't know? Will that bother your partner more because you have a history with the person?
Too Much Information
"GUESS WHAT! On the weekend, I was really embarrassed when I was dirty dancing with some random guy and I dropped my bag so I bent over to pick it up and farted! It was worse because I had my period so it was a gross period smelly fart. I don't think he knew it was me because it didn't make a noise but I ran away anyway."
Now that is too much information. I admit I added a little to that statement but I have been told some fairly similar things that I really don't want to know. I hear too much about other people wanking and girls during their time of the month. My personal favourite was from my auntie: "well I'm telling you know, it DOES make you gag." That is something that I definitely did not want to hear. I am fairly relaxed and don't mind hearing about some things, in fact I seem to give people a lot of unnecessary information about certain things, but the question is: what IS too much information?
I often find myself sharing my own disgusting stories about drunken nights and hilarious mistakes. Some of my friends seem to enjoy hearing all about the adventures of Renji because they provide some, albeit unintelligent and short lived, entertainment, but others seem to cringe and pucker their faces in disgust at my attention seeking anecdotes. Does it depend on who is telling the story? Is it relient on your mood at the time? What makes some stories appropriate while others provoke the 'eyebrow raise and scoff' reaction?
Just SMS 'Poke' To 191 559
Watching television at 12:14am is always a terrible mistake. As I sit here in my chair I stare blankly at the so-called 'selection' of programs on which I can set my tired eyes upon; even with Foxtel, the available entertainment is sub-par. To further push this desperate attempt to kill boredom into the sad memory of a few hours that you hope to erase before you arise in the morning, along comes the irritating array of advertisements for a number of useless goods and services. These include: fun games for your mobile phone (why would you ever need to play a game of South Park on your phone?); top of the charts ringtones (if you have a half decent phone and computer you can blutooth your own music between the two); skin creams and fat busters (I can get those at the supermarket or chemist); and porn (I can get that free on the internet). This led me to ask the questions: "does anyone actually call and buy this shit?" and if so, "who is that stupid?"
The answer to the first one came to me quickly; obviously there must be people out there who purchase each of these products or the companies would not be wasting their money on commercials. It shocks me that enough people fork out the money for this that it is actually a profitable business.
The answer to the second quesion is one of many possibilities. It could be, that at this time of night there are many drunk idiots flicking through channels and mindlessly typing on their phones as they laugh hysterically with their friends about how they can 'fool their friends' with the fake x-ray scanner. Another group who even exceeds the label of being 'that stupid' is the group of spoilt tweens. These young people who have no jobs know little about money; they have no jobs and either only have phones for communicating with parents or they whined until their parents, as usual, gave in to their bitchy children. The bills are paid by their parents who do not check where the money is going, and the children support this useless industry. The last possible answer that I need to mention is that people who are stupid enough to be awake at this hour of the night, depriving themselves of much needed sleep, are probably stupid enough (or tired enough) to sms 'poke' to 191 559.
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These have nothing to do with each other but I did not want to post them individually as they would not be accepted into the world of unecessarily long posts. The impressive rant-ish posts would make fun of them. Thanks for reading.
-Renji
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