The Rambling of a Know It All Asshole

I think the title is a very apt description

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Interesting Shit

I’m sitting here on a leather couch. Watching some people chasing a storm. I don’t know why they’re doing that, sounds dangerous as shit. They’ve got their own show so I guess they make some money out of it. That and they probably love storms and shit. They probably have better lives than most people out there who aspired to be something only for it not to happen.

Storms and shit aside, that’s not what I wanted to talk about in this post. I wanted to talk about how whenever I write this, I write with an audience in mind. Sort of. I put on a bit of a facade when I write this because I always imagine some random fucker sitting in his/her room scrolling through tumblr then coming across this thinking, “Ooooh what’s this poor sob up to.” 

I’m talking to you. Yea, you. The one in a million asshole who stumbles upon this bullshittery of a blog. Entertained yet? Whenever I write this shit a small part of me tries to entertain a reader who may or may not exists. A small part of me who aspires to be a storyteller tries to entertain an anonymous reader whose existence is somewhat vague. That’s you. Yea, you. The one in a million asshole who happened to stumble upon this bullshittery of a blog.

You fucking entertained yet? Fucking hope so.

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The Past Couple of Months

So apparently I suck at keeping this shit updated. Maybe I just didn’t need it. I thought writing shit in here would make me feel better but apparently I can deal with my shit without having to shout into the void that is the Internet. SO what has happened in the past couple months that I haven’t kept this shit updated. Funny thing is, nothing much changed. My second year of Uni started. Went to a cat cafe and found out I’m slightly allergic to cats. I’ve started reading quite a bit of Ancient Greek plays just to make myself feel smart.  I’m starting to get used to the hole that the man left behind when he passed away. It’s odd not having the person who lived with you for a while to just not be there.  I didn’t write a short play that I told myself last year that I was gonna write. Old habits die fucking hard. My old habits are Wolverine on steroids.  Went on a road trip up north. Finished my first bottle of alcohol, then my second and my third and also my fourth. Didn’t get drunk, I spaced it out. Not all that keen on getting a hangover. My best friend got naked a lot. He’s a dude and I don’t swing that way and neither does he. We’re both comfortable with our sexuality and it was pretty funny.

That’s it. That’s all the highlights of what’s happened this past 2 months. Get ready for more posts today, you’re welcome. I thought I’d write shit while they’re still on my mind.

Wayward out.

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Hey I’m an Idiot, nice to meet you.

So my last post made it seem like my life is a complete and utter tragedy. It’s not. Just like everybody else, it has it’s up and down. It’s not good, it’s not bad, it is what it is. Now I’m thinking I should talk a bit about myself. This always looks good on paper. Let’s find out. 

For those of you who was able to figure out that I was a dude, congrats. That’s actually very impressive. For those of you who didn’t figure it out, that’s ok. For those of you who STILL haven’t figured it out, read this again.

I’d like to think I have a way with words. I’d like to think that one day I’ll become a writer, an actor and a psychologist. I want to be a lot of things. But as I’ve said before I’m a lazy piece of shit. I rarely want to do things that require effort or pushing myself over the limits. Old habits die hard. 

My jokes, or so called jokes are self deprecating in nature. I insult myself first before you can. Like whipping myself first in hope that it stuns you into not whipping me yourself and if you do whip me, it won’t hurt as much. 

If you manage to find out that you know me in person then this is kinda awkward. i don’t like people I know knowing shit about me, makes me uncomfortable. I am, however, comfortable about my close friends knowing shit about me; I trust em. 

I like a lot of things and I dislike a lot of things. Kind of pointless wasting time listing them all.

I did say a bit about myself so I’ll stop here. I’ll let my future ramblings and what not speak for me. 

Wayward Idiot

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Origin Story of this Bullshit Blog

So first post by the Wayward Idiot and its going to be about why this shit even exists in the ball of fuck that is the internet. 

This year didn’t start of very well. Anyone who has wished me a Happy New Year clearly didn’t wish, pray or hope hard enough. Now I’m not blaming other people for the shit that went down, I’m just being an asshole. “What happened in the beginning of this year, Idiot?” you ask. Lets just say that someone will no longer be in my life and I had to go to a funeral. Happy Fucking New Year, bitches.

Let’s talk about the man who passed away shall we? He was older than me by 23 years or so and he made someone important to me very happy. He had things going for him. He had a woman that he loved, bought a boat, and he was going to be engaged if the other person said yes. Where am I getting at here? He lived life more in the past year or so that I knew him than my entire 19 years of life. 

Getting onto the real reason on why this shit exists. In all honesty I barely know why I’m spilling my guts on the internet. Could be that I just love attention. This could be my foolproof plan of getting everyone to notice me. Could be my way of grieving. That telling the whole fucking world about my so called problems is somewhat therapeutic. Take a pick. Point is, this shit is up there. Deal with it

Now for those of you who really suck at maths, the man was in his early 40′s. God didn’t want to tell me that life can be unexpectedly short. Nah, he fucking slapped me in the face with it and continued to fuck me with it. I think I got the message. But the really fucked up thing is that my old habits are trying to fight back. Old habits being that I’m a lazy piece of shit who is wasting his life doing jack shit. This is me trying to do something. It’s not much but fuck you, it’s a step forward. Even if the step is only an inch in length. 

So there you go. After this I’m gonna write whatever the fuck is on my mind. Could be me rambling. Could be me trying poetry. Could be a short story. Could be anything. I’ll see you lot later.

Wayward Idiot.