Smoke in the twilight
Noticing that a few readers are looking away and whistling loudly as they skip past those parts of my blog that make them think I need mental help. I know who you are. Saying under your breath “Ah, look at Unemployed Bens gloomy expression, which seems to be his natural state… like he’s disheartened all the time at the reality he’s inhabiting.”
Well I probably don’t have this expression when masturbating, but I definitely am disheartened by the reality I’m inhabiting.
My current wave of blogging doesn’t indicate that I am not a work in progress, but it does signify that I have reached that wasteland from which certain narratives descend to a certain conclusion. What does that even mean? Fuck if I know. What did you expect from a guy that barely graduated HS and went to a glorified trade school?
Unemployed Ben- I have known you for almost 6 years which is long enough to know you just layed a f*cking cop out on your state of affairs. I don’t question the narrative part rather the trade school. You fell in with cool people who engendered a sense of camraderie that led to that choice of school. You haven’t shared the workings of your life but it’s hard to believe your implied excuse that ‘you’re muddled up ‘cause you’re too f*cking stupid to know the difference’.
This is what I know.
1. God is either dead or has just heavily smited me.
2. I have the back of a 90 year old man.
3. I am repulsive to women.
4. Anger & bitterness are my good sides.
5. My parents obviously did drugs while I was in the womb, a lot of drugs.
6. I have dial up internet access that I steal from my mother.
7. In my world the wind doesn’t blow it sucks.
8. This should be a list of 10 things but I have the brain of a retarded chimp so it ends at 9 or 7, oh shit I didnt know there would be math on this test.