As I got the B bus home from Bluewater
today, I cracked it. I was actually able
to describe relationships at their most
basic level [or at least attempt to].
Now i would like to say, this actually
wasn’t on my mind until I cracked it.
I was actually thinking of getting home
and enjoying my Cesear Salad [Thank
You Andrew] and as I sat down, it
just popped in there.
[I’d also like to say I am not an expert,
not in the slightest, I’m just a guy with
an opinion, and a place to air said opinion]
Like I said before I think I figured out
what they are all about and what
When you think of a relationship that
may happen or a happy one that you
are in. Along with the happiness don’t
you feel a massive sense of comfortability
with regards to that other person?
Oh well, those are my thoughts, which
remember formed when i sat down on
a bus. But think about it, you think
of five or so happy relationships that
you are aware of, the most common
denominator to those five or so
relationships is comfort. And possibly
reliability, but mostly comfort.
This wasn’t ever going to be a massive
blog, trying to keep the ramblings on
this one to a minimum.
But if you have any views on what I said
on the subject feel free to comment or
Posted in food, life, writing
Tagged andrew murrock, B Bus, bus, chicken ceaser is the best salad ever ever, comfort, comment, common denominator, could be wrong, EDIT: FFS, life, love, most common factor, opinions, passing thoughts, random, relationships, salad, thoughts, thoughts on a bus
[how was I supposed to know?]
I have realised, [through the
observations of others, not
my own] that I am without a
doubt [at times] considered
odd. Thing I do and opinions
I have, have recently sparked
a sort of filter in my mind as
to whether my thoughts are
considered ‘the norm’ by most
people. And [errrr] they’re not.
Although this spark of realisation
didn’t start at work, it’s as good
a place as any. At work it was
pointed out that when I stand
my arm sits funny [something
that is not only very camp but
had gone unnoticed by me all these
years]. Umm, what else was there,
oh yes one of my hands was
bigger than the other. And yesterday
everybody finally realised that
my eyes are a deep dark brown,
so much so that it has been said
[on more than a few occasions]
that I don’t have any pupils. Ah well.
But thats just the work lot, my
friends that have known me
longer and [ergo] have spent
more time around me have seen
a few more quirks. Which include
freaking out over little things
[they hid my rubber/eraser] and
not being able to leave things,
like for instance as a test my
keys were put on the floor and
I was told not to pick them up.
I didn’t last long.
What I have written above is
a rather brief account of my
personal oddities, but oh well.
Thing is, I am not going to
try to change because although
something is wrong with me,
doesn’t mean I’m broken…yet.
Posted in life, writing
Tagged cold war kids, CWK, eraser, flat hand, history of mental, house keys, life, lol, not broken, observations of others, order, past, personal oddities, rubber, something is not right with me
Upon reading this I went on Wikipedia.org
and researched anything on this I didn’t
already know about, took ages but I feel
better for it.
Because that is what I use the internet for
these days [besides blogging and MSN of
course] self research. Say for instance I’m
watching a DVD or a television show and
a character says something I don’t know
or understand the reference for, I get the
laptop and look it up.
Thus the great power of the internet,
oh and I am aware that going from an
informative and amusing comic to
a validation of the internet for self
research is quite a segway, but if
you read this blog, it’s what you should
[Just wait till I write the blog I’ve been
planning that completely U-Turn’s on
what I just said]
[any views you know the drill, comment]
Posted in comedic, illustration, life, writing
Tagged batman, comment, going off on a tangent, height, house, http://xkcd.comx/482/, illustration, law and order, looking things up, please comment, prompted research, scrubs, segway, self reseach, space, space cartoon, space illustration, space objects, tangent, u-turn, wikipedia, xkcd, xkcd.com
So soft and warm
Is to be torn
From the illusion
Of which this love was born.
the skin lay on my back,
the arm over my shoulder
but sadly I lack.
The amount of love
that you deserve.
And although this is true,
so many things aren’t.
You fell in love
with the guy you met.
Who, although sadly,
recently lacks the heart.
Posted in poem / poetry, writing
Tagged break up poem, breaking hearts, falling in love, love, love illusion, new love, poem / poetry, poems, poetry, relationships
There have always been times in
life where just saying “I’m sorry”
doesn’t [and just cannot] cover it.
I know, I’ve been in that situation
many a time, with different people
and different reasons behind it.
The question I pose is this:
How do you get someone
[who already doesn’t believe
your sincere] to believe how
sorry you truly are?
I myself have tried different
methods in this situation,
but, I think I’ve cracked it.
Here’s the tip, just walk
away. If you find that
everything you do remains
unsuccessful. Just leave,
and after a while, strangely
enough, this seems to
translate how sorry you are.
Now I’m not saying that this
will work all the time, but it
took me years to figure
out so its the way I’m gonna
do it from now on.
If you feel you have any
opinions [contrary or not]
to what I have said, feel
free to comment. =]
Posted in life, writing
Tagged advice, apologies, apologise, apologize, comment questions, I'm sorry, life, love, need more practice, not sure it makes sense, question, relationships, rst, sincerity, sorry, walk away, years to figure out, [of interest]
I was hiding,
But again you found me.
As I was laying there drowsy.
Me and you have been close before.
I thought I knew you,
but you were something more.
I was in love with the idea of love,
Now With my heart no longer on the floor.
again you have found me,
and again I must must fall for your
Because without you,
life is scary and grey,
How long could I have lasted like this.
I’ll call her to let her know I’m ok.
[wow, thats actually pretty bad, oh well
if you didn’t get it, it’s basically someone
hiding from love]
[guess I can’t write them anymore] [05:31]
Posted in life, poem / poetry, writing
Tagged bad poem, can do betterm tired, heart, heart felt poem, hiding from love, love, love poem, poem, poem / poetry, poems, poetry, scared or love, short poem
I visited my Flickr account and
saw that there was a new homepage
available. So I clicked it. I suggest
that everyone do this. Just for
the elevator music that comes up
as it changes