Saturday, May 24, 2008

Mr. and Mrs. Right

I’ve been so busy at work and considered that I might be going crazy.

I’ve been thinking about becoming a better person.


Not right away, but y’know, soon. And I’ve been wanting to blog about how I’ve been thinking about becoming a better person recently.

But every time I try, I sound like a big fuckin gay and feeling how smug all those fuckin penniless lesbian losers who are always telling me I’m arrogant and shallow and all the rest would be.

I mean just because even after you got your stupid arts degree you’re not smart enough to get a decent job and make half what I do and your boyfriend looks like a bum it doesn’t make me shallow, k?

I like models for the same reason I like chocolate. It’s yummy to put in your mouth.

Liking chocolate and german automobiles and models doesn’t make me shallow it just means I like nice things. I don’t like second rate shit.



But I work too hard.

And I get frustrated, so I take my frustrations out by being arrogant and insensitive, because I reason, “that’s life”.

Or did you fail to realise you've grown up in a world obsessed with money and sex? Did you not see that one coming?

And you call ME shallow. sheesh. "Don't hate the player, sweetheart . . ."

Like I laugh at people who want to ban GE.

”oh! You should have thought about that 30 years ago when your capitalist overlords introduced it secretly! Oh well. Maybe next time.”



So there I was, I was sort of complaining mournfully that

“there’s no one in my life that inspires me”

Which is true.

Or considering that because I’m kind of arrogant and a womaniser, the only women I attract are second rate, and I just cant connect to them. It’s kinda lonely. Diddums.






In fact, I was lying awake in bed and the realisation just hit me.

A NEW BEAMER OR BENZY IN THE NEXT FEW MONTHS WILL IN NO WAY GET YOU CLOSER TO MEETING A WOMEN YOU RESPECT.

it’s fuckin’ depressing. But it’s true.

But if you’ve ever had a girlfriend you’ll know that they don’t want you to succeed and realise your potential and dreams. They just want you to watch a DVD with them.

By the time you’re talking about walks along the beach you can forget it, I got this money to make.


Often I compare the way I behave to a hot chick. If you know any hot chicks, you’ll know that they have what is known as a “bitch switch”.

It’s used to keep loser guys away by instantly turning into a cold, nasty little cow, that will cut them down the moment they try to lay down their ragged game.

And this is often why I act like an arrogant prick, because it keeps girls who aren’t too bright and have emotional problems and dont think that hard away.

I mean, I tell you I'm arrogant and shallow, so I must be, right?

That’s when I realised that’s what my problem is.


I’m like a hot chick. Sitting there, waiting. Waiting for a half decent guy with some real game to come along and in the meantime amusing myself swatting flies away.

I know plenty of hot chicks who just have got way too caught up in the fact that theyre hot, and that that’s all they’re expected to be, so theyre happy with themselves, and meantime theyre just wasting their life and their looks waiting for what they think theyre entitled to.

I don’t want to be like that any more!

I’ve always said that the kind of people I hate are the people who’s only aim in life is to be better than theyre best friend. I hate those small little worm people. If you have a friend like that, just find things to throw at them until they go away.

So yeah. The fact that I’ve got a better job and am a lot smarter and cooler than you means I can act superior if I want.

But is that improving myself, is that taking me to a higher level of achievement, inspiration and personal development?

Or am I just stuck in a sad little rut like you are?

Most chicks are never going to meet the guy they dream of. Theyre just going to settle for some dude who is getting too old to do better.




So I dunno. I’m going to start by visiting my granma in the home more often, and then maybe I been thinking of yknow, like volunteering at starship or looking at other ways I could impress hot chicks by being caring and stuff.

Girls don’t really care about this stuff. They just want a lie to believe, one they can share with their friends.

But that’s not the point.

And maybe rather being gratified that I’m a rich prick who’d run circles round most, I’m gonna look forward to being gratified that I am . . . Mr. Right.


But maybe being Mr. Right does make me a better person.