7th March 2005
Just finished downloading the classic Orwell cartoon 'Animal Farm' today and watched it at the office too.
Another busy day gone by....to my great relief.
The markets were slightly better today, in no small part due to the rally in the US market on Friday. If the bull follows through tomorrow, I might just be able to claw some sparse profits.
Hope springs eternal, as the course of my own life constantly reminds me.
I know that by avoiding people I may be doing them a favour, as I may be too deep or intense(some call it madness) for their liking.
But fuck them! Who gives a screw? I live for myself and no other. I know I'm a good guy, perhaps too good for any of those selfish bastards.
Love? Yeah...it'll give you plenty of heartache and probably a dose of HIV. That's what 'love' does to AJs: it administers the kiss of death.
My advice to those out there reading this: you are wasting your time chasing that elusive affection which most people here only reserve for themselves and themselves alone. People do it because they are suckers for company and companionship, when they would be better off reading a book, building up their business or entertaining themselves in multifarious ways.
Go clubbing? Get hacking cough and probably lung cancer when you're in your late 30s.
Get penetrated? Get VD and morning hangover after morning hangover and set yourself up to be hurt in new and successively less bearable ways.
Court gay friends? Set yourself up to be hurt by rumour- mongers and total bastards the like of which would make Martha Stewart blush, and discover hitherto-unknown meaning of the word selfishness.
Recently, an older couple whom I've known all my life drifted apart and soon descended into shouting and pushing matches because of suspected infidelity on the husband's part. After over 30 years of first marriage, then getting along with each other, and then tolerating the other, first admirably, then barely. And now this. It begs the question: is 'love' really worth it, or is it a word to justify lusting for another and then, years of pretension and redirected affection.
This sad episode hit closer to home than for the few other people who are acquainted with it.
The older couple are my parents.
Another busy day gone by....to my great relief.
The markets were slightly better today, in no small part due to the rally in the US market on Friday. If the bull follows through tomorrow, I might just be able to claw some sparse profits.
Hope springs eternal, as the course of my own life constantly reminds me.
I know that by avoiding people I may be doing them a favour, as I may be too deep or intense(some call it madness) for their liking.
But fuck them! Who gives a screw? I live for myself and no other. I know I'm a good guy, perhaps too good for any of those selfish bastards.
Love? Yeah...it'll give you plenty of heartache and probably a dose of HIV. That's what 'love' does to AJs: it administers the kiss of death.
My advice to those out there reading this: you are wasting your time chasing that elusive affection which most people here only reserve for themselves and themselves alone. People do it because they are suckers for company and companionship, when they would be better off reading a book, building up their business or entertaining themselves in multifarious ways.
Go clubbing? Get hacking cough and probably lung cancer when you're in your late 30s.
Get penetrated? Get VD and morning hangover after morning hangover and set yourself up to be hurt in new and successively less bearable ways.
Court gay friends? Set yourself up to be hurt by rumour- mongers and total bastards the like of which would make Martha Stewart blush, and discover hitherto-unknown meaning of the word selfishness.
Recently, an older couple whom I've known all my life drifted apart and soon descended into shouting and pushing matches because of suspected infidelity on the husband's part. After over 30 years of first marriage, then getting along with each other, and then tolerating the other, first admirably, then barely. And now this. It begs the question: is 'love' really worth it, or is it a word to justify lusting for another and then, years of pretension and redirected affection.
This sad episode hit closer to home than for the few other people who are acquainted with it.
The older couple are my parents.
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