ofenchant's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- suburbia
My head feels broken. You see, nothing much has happened in the last few months. My dog ran away, when in a vicious storm of two weeks ago, our fence broke and collapsed and he escaped. That was awful. But another husky owner found him and kept him overnight and brought him home the next day. A miracle. And I've been getting people at work to quit that suck. There's a lot of them, because people are lazy. And the store is running like shit because of them. Yet they think they're fabulous. They have that delusional thing, that entitlement thing. I just don't get it. So it makes me wary, the presence of all of these imbeciles. Behind the counter. In front of the counter. Driving indicatorless and lazily along the roads I travel. Walking slowly and stopping randomly in shopping centres. Young children, squealing and staring as you try to walk past them without having them run into you because their parents are ignoring them. Oblivious to the fact that other people exist. It makes you appreciate the handfuls of decent people around. People who listen and answer the questions you ask them. The other misunderstood and frustrated souls who try to grapple with the absurdity of delusional people who think that the world owes them something. And so I ache for acres and acres of desertion. An abundance of assorted trees, wildflowers, crickets and clouds. The silence of the delusional. We are also trying to pay our mortgage off in two years, so we're living on about $40 a week. It makes life interesting. It also makes us totally boring to everyone else. But that's okay. 10:01 a.m. - 2007-10-24 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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