Well, if by my life, you mean from yr 9 to yr 12 and if by the musical you mean a selection of songs that sums it up
Yr 9: Why Does Love Do This To Me by The Exponents, ah the first love, nothing so sweet and nothing so bitter as cruel rejection. Thank You by Simple Plan, I settled for another, it was a mistake, she went off with my best friend.
Yr 10: Shut Up and Welcome To My Life by Simple Plan, OK so I went througha simple plan phase, this sums up my feelings towards the world during the (1st) year of angst.
Yr 11: I Wish That I Had Jessies Girl, He had her, I wanted her. Someone That You're With by Nickleback, again, I wanted someone elses girl. Rocket Man by Elton John, I flew, oh I flew so very high.
Yr 12: Hallelujah by Rufus Wainright, I got her, for a while. Summer Lovin' from the Grease Musical, It was good. For Crying Out Loud by Meat Loaf, "You know I love you" it ended badly. Why Does Love Do This To Me by the Exponents, WHY? Shut Up by Simple Plan, Rage against the parents again, christ they annoy me. Leave and Say It To Me Now by Glen Hansard (Once soundtrack), Depression, rage, hate. Flagpole Sitta by Harvey Danger, "Paranoia, paranoia, everybodies coming to get me"
Wednesday, October 28, 2009
Tuesday, October 20, 2009
:)
It’s strange the way ideas suddenly leap out at you, what’s stranger still is how for me those ideas seem to primarily be based around music I’ve heard or books I’ve seen. I seem to be on a subconscious level really good at plagiarising. So, I shall be honest with myself and you (like anyone actually reads this [or if they do they don’t LEAVE ME COMMENTS]) and say that this idea is almost certainly completely stolen from http://fyre-foxx.livejournal.com/. But without further ado I present to you a post:
Nice guys. The ones who are there in the shadows waiting for when the pieces fall apart. You know who you are. You get the thankless job of being the friend, you hear all the stories of asshole boyfriends, you are the shoulder she cries on when it all goes wrong. You have to sit there and be supporting as she lectures you on how hard it is to find a nice guy. The best metaphor I have seen for it, is that, it is like a company coming to you after a job interview and saying; “No. We won’t hire you. We will however compare whoever we do hire to you and txt you constantly complaining about them when it goes wrong. All we need is someone just like you for this job, but where can we find someone like that?” Of course being a nice guy you don’t mind, not outwardly anyway. Inside you are burned with the fire of a thousand suns every time you look at them. “Isn’t it messed up how I’m just dying to be here? I’m just a notch in your bedpost but…” A word of advice to nice guys out there; give up, quit, run away as fast as you can. Maybe it will work out finally; maybe she will open her eyes and see you, and then what? It ends badly. Take it from someone who has been there. It ends badly with minimal finality “What am I supposed to say when I’m all torn up but you’re OK?” leaving you awkwardly suspended dangling beyond the friend zone and at the same time being shot back beyond hope of reaching it again. Of course, you can’t take that advice. Being the nice guy it is not in you to ignore those texts those pleas for help and sympathy. Hopeless though it may be. The selfless nice guy, finish last or first always runs the longest race.
Nice guys. The ones who are there in the shadows waiting for when the pieces fall apart. You know who you are. You get the thankless job of being the friend, you hear all the stories of asshole boyfriends, you are the shoulder she cries on when it all goes wrong. You have to sit there and be supporting as she lectures you on how hard it is to find a nice guy. The best metaphor I have seen for it, is that, it is like a company coming to you after a job interview and saying; “No. We won’t hire you. We will however compare whoever we do hire to you and txt you constantly complaining about them when it goes wrong. All we need is someone just like you for this job, but where can we find someone like that?” Of course being a nice guy you don’t mind, not outwardly anyway. Inside you are burned with the fire of a thousand suns every time you look at them. “Isn’t it messed up how I’m just dying to be here? I’m just a notch in your bedpost but…” A word of advice to nice guys out there; give up, quit, run away as fast as you can. Maybe it will work out finally; maybe she will open her eyes and see you, and then what? It ends badly. Take it from someone who has been there. It ends badly with minimal finality “What am I supposed to say when I’m all torn up but you’re OK?” leaving you awkwardly suspended dangling beyond the friend zone and at the same time being shot back beyond hope of reaching it again. Of course, you can’t take that advice. Being the nice guy it is not in you to ignore those texts those pleas for help and sympathy. Hopeless though it may be. The selfless nice guy, finish last or first always runs the longest race.
Friday, October 2, 2009
Everything is ruined forever
Purple Elephants. Not the best way to start thinking. But then what is. It's like conversations with people you kinda know. The silence is too awkward. But the smalltalk is to small, you can hardly ask a fellow employee what they do for a living. But if you don't know them what do you talk about? Some of it just seems so ritualistic, so monotonous and insincere. When asked "how are you?" I always worry about boundarys. I mean saying "good" is too vague and standard for me. It's almost a default answer it doesn't mean anything. But then describing in detail the trauma that is my life seems to be a very overpowering way to make a 1st impression, or even a 2nd or 3rd for that matter. But why ask how I am, if you don't want an honest answer? Maybe answering honestly is the right thing to do. Over powering as it may be. Next time someone asks you a default question, consider your answer.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)
