Well it looks like I have been slacking even more now. I can't even keep up with my commitment to update this thing three times a week. The imagination sectors of my brain are a little dry and the mushrooms haven't been helping, so I don't know what to do. Oh well, I guess it comes when it comes. AND TODAY IT CAME! I was just thinking about these little things which annoy me in conversation. They're not really a big deal, but if it happens enough, it can be quite the bother.WAIT, I JUST SAID THAT
Don't you hate it when you make a valid point or say something that is really cool/funny/awesome, but you just said it to a couple friends, then that friend repeats what you just said only at 100 decibels and then everyone else thinks HE'S the genius? This should be a crime against humanity. On par with the murder of Bambi's mother and the continual refusal to let the silly rabbit have some Trix. JUST GIVE THE DAMN RABBIT SOME TRIX ALREADY! He's been waiting to eat the stuff for the past 20 years now.
SO IT'S A TV SHOW, BUT IT HAS SLOTHS. HAVE YOU HEARD OF THIS SHOW? IT'S A TV SHOW, BUT IT HAS SLOTHS...
Okay, so not every one remembers stuff. That's cool. I forget stuff, too. It's not like there's a stenographer recording every conversation you've ever had with your friends and your friends go home and study the notes so as not to repeat themselves in the future. BUT....when your friends ask you if you've seen this show called FIREFLY and proceed to give you the synopsis and talk about how they made a movie called SERENITY based on the show FIREFLY for the tenth time over a period of the FOUR times we hung out (I hope this guy knows I'm talking about him right now), it can wear a little thin. On the outside I am politely saying, "Oh really? How intriguing." On the inside, I am quickly ripping my eyeballs out and stuffing them into my ears while slowly swallowing my tongue and cursing Athena for abandoning me during this time of suffering.
HMMM, I DON'T REMEMBER THIS, SO IT NEVER HAPPENED
...the worst of the casual hang out sins in my opinion. It seems like a very convenient way to wiggle your way out of something. After all, if you don't remember, you're not at fault right? WRONG. This just adds more fuel to my stenographer idea, so you better flex those memory muscles if you're gonna hang out with me. Saying you don't remember is just your way of committing the perfect crime. Keeping the Mario Kart 64 game I loaned you for the summer which you just so happened to "forget" about. Now it's six years later and I'm still pissed.
Okay, so not every one remembers stuff. That's cool. I forget stuff, too. It's not like there's a stenographer recording every conversation you've ever had with your friends and your friends go home and study the notes so as not to repeat themselves in the future. BUT....when your friends ask you if you've seen this show called FIREFLY and proceed to give you the synopsis and talk about how they made a movie called SERENITY based on the show FIREFLY for the tenth time over a period of the FOUR times we hung out (I hope this guy knows I'm talking about him right now), it can wear a little thin. On the outside I am politely saying, "Oh really? How intriguing." On the inside, I am quickly ripping my eyeballs out and stuffing them into my ears while slowly swallowing my tongue and cursing Athena for abandoning me during this time of suffering.
HMMM, I DON'T REMEMBER THIS, SO IT NEVER HAPPENED
...the worst of the casual hang out sins in my opinion. It seems like a very convenient way to wiggle your way out of something. After all, if you don't remember, you're not at fault right? WRONG. This just adds more fuel to my stenographer idea, so you better flex those memory muscles if you're gonna hang out with me. Saying you don't remember is just your way of committing the perfect crime. Keeping the Mario Kart 64 game I loaned you for the summer which you just so happened to "forget" about. Now it's six years later and I'm still pissed.
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