Stuff. Other stuff.
May. 1st, 2001 02:12 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
psipsyIt used to be that when someone was afraid of me, it would bother me. Then, it stopped bothering me. I figured, I'm not the one with the limitations. If someone wants to go through the trouble of avoiding me, that's their problem, not mine. There's no reason for me to alter my actions around their discomfort.
Yeah, I can be weird. Get over it.
While walking around in Wal-mart one night, I had to wonder about some of the people that go in there. Especially the ones in the commercials. They talk it up like it's the greatest thing since sliced bread, and others nod vacantly in agreement. They're the ones that put their faith in God and effort into nothing, and wonder why life is hard. I see nothing wrong with believing in a divine entity, so long as you believe in yourself. That's what a lot of people have forgotten, so when a lot of those people think they're following Jesus, they're probably following some con artists idea of Jesus. What happens after that is quite a few end up disenchanted. Anyway, that's what I thought about while going through Wal-mart.
Went to a yard sale over the weekend. It didn't have the same kind of thrill that it used to have. Maybe it was because I didn't need any of the stuff there, or maybe I had been away from them so long. What need do I have for an ancient electric typewriter that may or may not work if I have a new laptop computer? I saw a young girl, maybe 5 years old, turn on a dancing Jar Jar Binks toy, and she watched it blankly for a minute before walking off to do something else. If I had suddenly moved out and needed some furniture on the cheap, yeah, then yard sales would be great. Nothing like a $20 couch to save money, if it's known that it doesn't come with any nasty surprises. Bah, perhaps that was the wrong yard sale to go to. I need to find one with the Transformers for $2, and other assorted Holy Grails. Y'know, the kind of stuff that collectors would give their first-born for, while the seller doesn't know what kind of gold mine they're sitting on. They do exist.
Today I can either do nothing, or work a little on my job search. I dunno, this nothing bit has been feeling really good lately. I still have dreams where I go into work anyway. Last night I dreamt that I went in, and found the whole place was closing down. Everything. Going. When I get a new job, I only hope that I won't just automatically head for where my old job was.
It's hard for me to be bitter about getting laid off when I wanted out in the first place. Executing the terminally ill.
To put it this way... On the other side of the exit, is the world.
Yeah, I can be weird. Get over it.
While walking around in Wal-mart one night, I had to wonder about some of the people that go in there. Especially the ones in the commercials. They talk it up like it's the greatest thing since sliced bread, and others nod vacantly in agreement. They're the ones that put their faith in God and effort into nothing, and wonder why life is hard. I see nothing wrong with believing in a divine entity, so long as you believe in yourself. That's what a lot of people have forgotten, so when a lot of those people think they're following Jesus, they're probably following some con artists idea of Jesus. What happens after that is quite a few end up disenchanted. Anyway, that's what I thought about while going through Wal-mart.
Went to a yard sale over the weekend. It didn't have the same kind of thrill that it used to have. Maybe it was because I didn't need any of the stuff there, or maybe I had been away from them so long. What need do I have for an ancient electric typewriter that may or may not work if I have a new laptop computer? I saw a young girl, maybe 5 years old, turn on a dancing Jar Jar Binks toy, and she watched it blankly for a minute before walking off to do something else. If I had suddenly moved out and needed some furniture on the cheap, yeah, then yard sales would be great. Nothing like a $20 couch to save money, if it's known that it doesn't come with any nasty surprises. Bah, perhaps that was the wrong yard sale to go to. I need to find one with the Transformers for $2, and other assorted Holy Grails. Y'know, the kind of stuff that collectors would give their first-born for, while the seller doesn't know what kind of gold mine they're sitting on. They do exist.
Today I can either do nothing, or work a little on my job search. I dunno, this nothing bit has been feeling really good lately. I still have dreams where I go into work anyway. Last night I dreamt that I went in, and found the whole place was closing down. Everything. Going. When I get a new job, I only hope that I won't just automatically head for where my old job was.
It's hard for me to be bitter about getting laid off when I wanted out in the first place. Executing the terminally ill.
To put it this way... On the other side of the exit, is the world.
