Possessed possession. A post with to much S,,,,

I don’t usually rant and rave. Or do it purposefully. That I know of. . .

Today I would just like to rant and rave.
Last night I was woken up by the two great whites. Beautiful and friendly dogs. Normally when woken at that hour someone has to be dead or dying. But I make an exception for “the great whites”. The whole situation was handled very diplomatically. I only get late night visits when they run out of water. First they would break down the defensive barriers I erected to keep any unwanted animals out of my domain. Secondly one would try and poke its nose under my door and let me know she is there by sniffing. Man! Can that dog sniff?! I had to movie the furniture back an inch the next morning. If I don’t get up they have the right to start prying open my bathroom door drink out of my toilet and eat anything that isn’t bolted down. Luckily I got up in time to go outside and fill up the water bowl. Seeing them so excited and happy gave me an enormous sense of well being even if it was bloody dark and bloody cold.
Then morning came. Like the tax collector in days of yore. Wearing a long black coat, tiny spectacles and a smirk. Along with this bugger comes his little pet daemon called an alarm clock. Except mine isn’t really an alarm clock. No! This little bugger is truly possessed. I don’t mind its annoying ring when I want to sleep. I believe it is my duty to heed its wail and leave the sanctum that is my bed sheets. So I get up and I “turn of my alarm clock”. Like any normal person would do. Now I admit that I am blessed with a tub in my room. It may sound ridiculous but it is actually quite practical. I get to turn some music an soak in the bath to relaxing sounds of Chopin in the morning. Bliss. As soon as I am in the bath my bastard alarm would go off. Again. Believing myself to be a person of great will and resistant to small annoyances I ignore it. And it goes quite. For a minute. Then it goes again. But this time even louder. Rinse and repeat. Until the music is drowned by an excessive waling. Not only will it disrupt your dreams but you should forget about relaxing.
I suppose there are a hundred other things I can go on about. Like the 900 speed humps on my way to work( There are a total of 9 in one street just before my office. In less than 600m. What is that about? ) but the truth is I’m actually in quite a good mood. To good to spoil on mundane things like complaints. Almost good enough to share its source. But you’ll have to wait for that one.

Hello there!

Forgive me readers for I have sinned. It's been 5 months since my last post. What? Really ? Oh dear...

Wait a minute. I can explain. You see there were these erm... zombies... and they erm ... ninjas...


So the truth is that nothing has happened. Or a lot has happened just not anything blog worthy. Nothing inspired me to write. I have been lazy. I have been forgetful and all the silliness associated with being a bad writer. It had realized that I have just been through the hardest year and a half of my life. Life has a tendency to give you exactly the one thing you want at that particular moment. Complaining about it leads to other people saying” stop your whining”. At the same time you have to listen to other people “complaining” about their situations. Infuriating. People are pretty selfish that way. I have been walked over, humiliated and ignored. Not allowed a single moment of sympathy because either no one cares or they are in even more terrible places. Probably the saddest part is me acquiring new skills in all of this. . . I have become a better listener. I do care about everyone’s problem. I do try to be generous. I do try to be kind to everyone. These skills I have acquired are both cause and effect. A scientific anomaly I might add. People ignore me because I am “too easy on them”. I am too easy on them because I am not recognized. This leaves me with the obvious two options.



I can become a badass by stepping on feelings, getting one night stands, not giving a damn and becoming greedy. This will get me recognition and the protagonist is more often the badass and not the nice nerd.

Or

I can be nice. Generous. A gentleman. Alone.

/Sigh . Now for the anticlimax. I can't be option A. I am after all a sucker for punishment. Can you even imagine me being a badass? You can’t can you? :-P



Fate. Thou art a cruel mistress.