morbidium's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- What Would You Do?? Holy shit, a second entry, can you imagine my brain's horror at having to come up with another entry title? Well, I can because it just crawled out my ear and gave me the finger. I was asked something incredibly strange just now. I was asked if I ever wanted to be a teenager again. FUCK NO! That's right, I said FUCK.NO! Why? Well, I'm sure that by now I've told probably everyone on the planet that I had a shitty high school experience, plus got involved with the same types of dumbasses until I was 31. Yes, I like your attention to detail, that was ONE year ago, you should work for a suicide hotline. It's totally true, in any case. Every man I had ever been hooked up with, until age 31, was a Grade A+, Number 1, prime cut, olympic class asswipe. There was one in there in 2001 who wasn't as much of an asswipe as the others, but I still left him, so that's got to say volumes. So why would anyone ever want to repeat things like: Dating asswipes for fun School Exams and Homework Parental Cranial Anus-Itis(for those not on the same page, that's parents with their heads firmly implanted in their asshole) Teachers Who Need Labotomies First jobs and high assed car insurance Driver's Ed(what a worthless class this is) Backstabbing friends Parental Gratuity in form of Graduation Ceremony Shitty 80's rock Emotional Breakdowns from overactive hormones Why would someone care about any of the above? I sure as hell don't. In fact, I miss nothing about years 1985-2003. The only thing I'd do over is having all 3 of my children. But I'd choose non-asswipey fathers for them this time. The older two have a father who, while being King of Asswipes, is still on my good list of friends. The youngest, has a father who is the reigning Mayor of Asswipeville, and refuses to return from asswipeiness. In fact, if asswipe were in the dictionary, his picture would be right next to it. Needless to say my son doesn't see too much of him because I refuse to raise asswipes. Another thing I definatly wouldn't want to deal with twice is living with my mother. The woman had gone bye-bye mentally back then, now would be a healthy slice of hell on earth, topped off with flaming shit. I think I'd have to commit her. There's no other way to say it either, the woman lives in her own world, separate and detached from real life. I'd either commit her or kill myself. There'd be no living with that type of agony. The only way I'd ever go back and do everything over, is if I got to live with my father in my home state(which I currently live in). For the record, when my parents divored I moved to California, which is hell in and of itself. I am not from there, and left in 1991, never to return without damned good cause or overactive mental illness. My father stayed here, one year later, my brother got to come live with him, lucky bastard. He got a real home life, I got Queen of Sucketh! I'd do it over if I got to live here, and graduate normally. Do people really think about things like this unprompted? Because I'd never even considered it until today. I can think of only one reason I'd wish to be a teenager again, and about 1500 reasons slamming the whole idea. What would you do?
2:50 p.m. - July 30, 2004 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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