Talk Is Cheap!

That's right, I said it, TALK IS CHEAP. And, if you don't believe me, you've got another thought coming.

what i really mean is that it doesn't cost anyone anything to have a friendly conversation or even speak to someone. talking is our most basic form of communication as humans. we learn it in our early stages of development, and we never forget how to do it. so why do some people conveniently forget how to do it when confronted with social interaction? it's RUDE.

i was in the restaurant today, and this bitch (excuse my language, but i forget her name sometimes and it's my little nickname for her) who works behind the bar is so incredibly rude all of the time. her attitude is disgusting. i walk in this morning, i dared part my lips to say, "hello," and she frowns. well, this is the tone of our relationship. i LOVE her. she's the bartender, so when i ring in bar bevrages (alcohol, lemonades, assorted drinks) i am forced to wait for her to make them. this makes my effing day as i wait for her to take her damn sweet time. all the while she'll gab away with all the other female employees as if it's girls' day out. but me- i get a tall glass of sour mix with free refills. i am friendly and cordial with everyone else in the beez (i call it the beez- it's hip) and can hold friendly conversations. i laugh and joke with nearly everyone, including my managers. but not this WHORE. shit, i forgot, i should be polite and call her bitch. after all, it is her name (to me at least).

would it kill her to speak to me or be nice or to talk to me? does it cost her a damn thing? no. she might actually find out that i'm a sweet muh-fucker and i'm fun to talk to. but no. it is not so.

i don't mean to sound so harsh (i secretly do), but the main point i'm driving at is that it would be nice to establish a habit or pattern of speaking to people, or just to be cordial and friendly. it'll brighten your own day to say, "hello" to someone else. even if they're a crab, you'll feel better about yourself for having been bigger than them.

hi, kiddies. can we talk sometime? it's on me.

Outlet

SO...

here i find myself once again: the computer-age, self-pitying, should-be-off-my-ass-doing-something-better-with-my-life, lonely recluse with a self-inflicted chip on my shoulder. did i mention the bitter taste settling in the back of my mind from the monotony of my current daily routine? or the fact that i am stuck in a rut of "am i making the right choice?" or what's worse is that i cant ever seem to find the answer?

SO...

of course, being the product of my generation, i turn to this wonderful art of blogging once again. far from the generation of "movers and shakers" (to coin my friend lee's notion) who incited riots and demonstrations, organized protests, or simply involved themselves in civil work when complacency and unrest settled into their minds, i have found comfort in my ability to sit right here behind my keyboard and type my troubles away to a faceless audience (orperhaps no one at all). maybe this whole personal blogging thing is just a new wave of therapy for people to mentally vomit the built up shit weighing heavy on their sanity. maybe it's just me. we all've know i'm crazy for a while now.

so...(i use lowercase to segue into my grander scheme. SHIT, IM WACKY.)

i have decided to start posting once again...FOR MY SANITY. basically, to cut out the bullshit, i am bored, i am lonely, and i'd like to vent. i use to actually like writing on here, so maybe there's something to this whole blog-therapy idea, and maybe it just might work. indulge my grand ideas of writing genius to come, and keep in mind my mind is a little out of practice and focus. i'll mostly write about ideas that strike me as i did when i started out more than a year ago.

maybe i'll follow through with something for once.

(interestingly enough) happy to be back, kiddies!