I haven't been posting blogs of substance lately, have I? It's disturbing. See, if ever I'm out somewhere, something disturbing or otherwise thought-provoking would come up. Or if I'm idle and playing stupid at home, I think about something as well. Either way, I should be putting something of substance on my blog on a near-daily basis. So why do I have trouble thinking of something now?
I'm retreating to the idea of continuous typing to come up with something right now... Like my old blogs. Oh, wait, I got it. Maybe my life isn't as thrilling when I don't have anything continually disturbing me. Now that's creeping me out. The way I see it now, with what I just said, the only time I have a life to talk about is when life bothers me. I'm complaining again. Maybe I should do more effort to provoke more interesting things to pass through my life. Hah. That's something. God never told me to sit back and wait as life caters to me.
The topic I have been avoiding thus far is now surfacing: I really, REALLY need a job now. But why do I still feel so indolent? Why does doing nothing seem to be so much more inviting now? I'm now trying to reach into my mind for a reason why I shouldn't just go out and work for what I want. Good Lord, I feel like such a lazy ponce right now.
I keep telling friends that I'm going to start working now so I'll at least be financially prepared when a relationship comes.
Why don't I get a job?
I know for a fact that my parents won't be dishing me out like they used to now.
Why don't I get a job?
It must be a lot more gratifying to get things that I really really want when I pay for them with my own legitimate money.
Why don't I get a job?
How can God compensate me with emotional happiness if the seed that I plant doesn't come from my own efforts?
Why don't I get a job?
.....Now it's obvious that I know the benefits of a job. However, they're all just reworded from coercing statements from my parents, my working friends, and everyone else so marginally concerned. I guess that's why I added God in one of my reasons. But the damned question still stands..
Why don't I get a &*@#^%! job?
I don't know... It must be the place. Baguio isn't exactly job heaven. And you don't exactly spring out of your warm bed in the cold morning when you wake up (and dammit, I'm NOT talking about anything regarding sexual self-gratification!); It's a daily struggle I've had ever since I started school. And let it be known, my foreign and otherwise non-Baguio friends, that the dealing with the people here is a whole new ball game. I've had difficulty being who I am with them when I was in school, and I'm thinking how much more intolerable can they be in the workplace? Apparently, I did not grasp anything during my On-The-Job Training.
Do you see that? I can put so much effort in adding some weight to my blog, but I don't have the balls to heed the advice I have for myself! I'm just lazy, and apparently, I'm all good with that for now.
Brent, It's time to shape up.
Ok. That's out of the way. At least for now, anyway.
After countless nights of typing while watching either Solar USA or ETC, I have come up with a long-sought reason why they suck. Did you ever notice that there are some things that you would never propose, or you would never tell to anyone unless you knew that he or she was close to you? And have you ever had acquaintances that thought that they were close to you and went on right ahead to disgust you with their pretentions? Is it just me, or were most of the people with this unfortunate predicament rich and lonely? Well that's what Solar and ETC are. They may have Iron Chef and WWE, but they just... suck.
Now don't get me wrong. I would love to sit down and befriend a rich and lonely guy (or girl would be a lot better), but I have no time for wholeheartedly entertaining a rich, lonely, and STUPID person who thinks that I'd be another dumbass who would woo him/her. Note the difference. By the way, I don't like mingling with jackasses like that on the job.
Hoo boy. My blogging is back to normal. Later, people.