It's been hard to post
lately. I am healthy and without any real excuse. I just have a
cross between almost nothing to talk about since I haven't been
playing much in the way of games and talking about my newest guitar
addition is boring for this type of post, and there's the fact that
my mind is feeling exhausted. That one is a bit less boring, but
still not interesting.
I'm feeling worn
down, mentally, since I'm dealing with a person on a daily basis who
really is just the pure unadulterated definition of uninteresting.
That wouldn't be bad, except this person is determined to be
interesting to others. This means I spent a good part of my work
life, which is sadly a bulk of my waking time each day, dealing with
someone who is reminiscent of Buzz Killington from Family Guy (the
character dubbed the ultimate buzz kill).
It's enough to
make me wish I could just be a jerk. I don't mean like juggling
small animals or anything evil. I just wish I could, both as a
person and as an employed person, be able to just tell someone when
they are being a waste of the precious gift of life. To be able to
just tell someone, "you know what would help me a lot right now? If
you'd die." However, that's not in my ability. I am not a jerk by
nature, and I like having a job (since it's needed to pay the bills
and all that good stuff).
I don't mean to
sound like some ass, but it's just hard to keep my mind working
right when I deal with someone who can ask and state so many stupid
things each day. I mean I have a grammar whore, who appears to have
no interests outside of working (and would be happy to take his/her
work home with him/her), who tries to make witty comments that come
off as witty as the average ABC sit-com writing of the 1990's. In
other words, the most uninteresting, yet highly annoying, person
I've ever been unfortunate enough to encounter.
At least, on the
bright side, being around such a dumbass all day makes life more
awesome when I leave work each night. However, that's not a good
enough consolation prize for watching my sanity slowly whither and
die as I deal with some comment about how I improperly used a
possessive word in a sentence that would call for some other
adjective or some "witty" remark about "what did Molly do to you?"
(with a lame self depreciating giggle thrown in...since this person
is "witty" enough to tickle his/her own funny bone) when I wear a
Flogging Molly shirt to work.
Anyway, I don't
mean to ramble about pointless bullshit. I'm just trying to state a
simple fact; my mind is under constant assault for six to eight
hours each day and it makes for one hell of a hard post to formulate
when the day has come to an end.