Everybody Hurts...
I am empty. I have no desires. I do not need 3-D people. In short, I am a professional misanthrope. I want to live in an empty,dark room and stare into nothingness. I want oblivion.
But I am being bombarded by people. I go to work and am assaulted by demands - helping people fill out their benefits forms, on the 'phone all day to employers, arranging work experience. 'Give these people a chance. Yes, I know they're nus. Yes, I know they've never done any paid work. But they have potential.' (It takes some effort to summon up the conviction it takes to utter these words. And when I get home there's socializing, partying,whatever you want to call it. In these dark days it's compulsory, apparently. Making 'witty' remarks, indulging in bland conversations with people I cannot stand.
It's all meaningless.
I've got to get up and turn off Patch Adams. It's really pissing me off.
But I am being bombarded by people. I go to work and am assaulted by demands - helping people fill out their benefits forms, on the 'phone all day to employers, arranging work experience. 'Give these people a chance. Yes, I know they're nus. Yes, I know they've never done any paid work. But they have potential.' (It takes some effort to summon up the conviction it takes to utter these words. And when I get home there's socializing, partying,whatever you want to call it. In these dark days it's compulsory, apparently. Making 'witty' remarks, indulging in bland conversations with people I cannot stand.
It's all meaningless.
I've got to get up and turn off Patch Adams. It's really pissing me off.
posted by Louise at 12:05 am
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