talked to a few friends recently whom i hadnt spoken to in a while. they asked me what i've been up to and how things are going. in an effort to be more positive about life and everything, i tried not to complain about anything. i found that i had nothing to say. nothing new at least. my "busy with work etc." feels over-used and more like a brush off than anything real. you know when you dont really want to talk to someone so you give them a standard party line so that they leave you alone - my "busy" line feels much like that. only its not a brush off or a party line. it really is my life. if the description of my life has begun to feel unreal and overly repititive - well then that says a lot about life.
friend> so whats up
me> not much
friend> but really whats been happening?
me> same old
friend>come on what have you been doing?
me>working
friend>but other than work, whats going on in your life?
me>cockroaches
friend>eerrrmmm cockroaches?
me> yes my kitchen is infested. i killed a roach today with a pot. and its not the first time a pot has been my preferred choice of killing instrument. banging the pot on a marble counter multiple times while shouting DIE DIE DIE YOU BASTARD was the highlight of my day.
friend> your life is sad
me> yes i know
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