This might sound a little extreme, but if my doctor were to inform me that I would be dead in six months, I would, probably, be the only person to ever shake his hand in such a situation and ask if he could make it any sooner.
I am tired. Tired of the big things, tired of the little things.
Big things like:
The only place I ever found that I loved, my university town, being changed from a quiet, easy going community of a place into an over crowded corporate madhouse.
That the few women I have really loved, either did not feel the same way, found other guys, ultimately rejected me, to the point that I am left assuming that I am, simply, unattractive, stupid, and not wanted.
Why I contracted M.E (CFS) at the point in my life when things were finally, after a hell of a lot of effort, just starting to work out.
The world is somewhere I do not want to be.
Little things like:
Why IT is promoted as being wonderful but rarely works. None of the software I have purchased ever ran smoothly and does not seem compatable with Windows latest OS. Why predictive text on mobile phones is pointless and annoying. Listen up: No damn machine CAN EVER, I MEAN EVER predict what I am going to do next, jeez….I don’t know what I am going to do next half the time.
Why there is a madness to convert everything to electronic gadgetry: I will tell you something, I have never had the batteries die in a book, or the words go missing, rearrange themselves or otherwise screw up, even in the cheapest paperback, so why do we want electronic readers..just something else to glitch in our glitched up lives.
There is plenty more….I am just too tired to bother anymore. I am just waiting for it to end, around about February 2012 at the latest.
