Ironic Bicycle
March 29th, 2012And there I was, riding my bike home from work. Much like any other night, I had passed by no one and was thankful for it. You see, there’s a town that lies between my home town and my work and I must pass through, let’s say one if it’s ’sketchier’ areas, on my journey to and from work.
Circumstances changed rather suddenly, however, as I began to cross aforesaid questionable neighbourhood. There was a man leaning against the wall at the bottom of his garden smoking. (more…)
Melancholically Uplifting Stuff
August 16th, 2011Well, here it is once more. More to my surprise than anyone else’s, I passed English. B. It’s not an A but I’m too lazy to deserve one of those: just a fact I have to live with. But, anyways, here’s that essay I did for some coursework or something and a few enjoyed it, so, you may enjoy it too.*
*Enjoyment is based on you having no sharp objects around (get rid!) either to slit your own wrists or to attempt to slit mine for being such a pethos propagating prat.
Having always considered myself a ‘loner’ of sorts, being by myself has never truly affected me. I’ve never felt the supreme need to be engulfed by my peers – I’m far too autonomous for that.
The reason being – now, you may be wondering why I should choose to be alone – is that people are hassle if I’m honest. They drain my time, diminish my focus, and deplete my my energy. This is why I chose to be alone. Nothing to do with me being a miserable, lethargic cynic (no, I’m none of those things). I truly find everything easier when I’m left to play by myself. Genuinely, I have grown to thoroughly enjoy being by myself.
Please, allow me to stipulate that people are in no way ‘bad’, (more…)