I don’t really have much to say on the matter. I was mildly amused for a brief moment when I thought of that title/phrase and decided to write a blog about it. Now I have to actually think of something to write about it. First off, I want to clarify that the title is [verb][adjective][noun] as opposed to a repetition of an adjective for emphasis. I always thought it was neat to have “…that that…” in a sentence and be grammatically correct. I’m amused that that kind of thing exists in the English language. That’s enough of that. I’m not giving a grammar lesson here.
In order to be an annoying person, you have to be a needy person. Hmm, that’s not true. A completely non needy person can be annoying too. I’ve been annoyed by them. That happens when someone doesn’t need anything but they don’t seem very content. That becomes annoying when they’re under your hospitality. I guess I could argue that they’re actually needy as well: they have a need to feel independent even though they’re not actually as self-sufficient as they think they are. … I have a love hate relationship with language and semantics. A lot of words are defined so broadly that you can bend them into pretty much anything you want. I am fairly good at word bending and it’s fun sometimes to bend words in ways people don’t usually use them. But other times, it makes communication more difficult and if anything can mean anything, what’s the point of saying anything?
Okay, back to annoying people. I don’t indulge annoying people. The more annoying they get, the more I ignore them. Some of them probably get annoyed by my ignorance of them. I don’t care about that. The suckier way to annoy annoying people is when you’re actually trying to be nice to them and cope with their annoyingness but they don’t appreciate your effort and continue bitching at you.
I don’t have much else to say on this subject. I better stop trying to write about nothing lest I become even more annoying.
It is easier to tell somebody to not do something than it is to tell somebody to do something.
That’s all I wanted to write but I’m not about to leave this as a tweet-sized entry so I’ll beef this up with some bullshit filler. That statement is pretty universal save for two exceptions. If a person is physiologically addicted to a substance, then it would be easier to do than not do. The other exception is just semantics, double negatives. My biggest struggle with life right now is to not be a lazy bum. To be a lazy bum is to do nothing. So to tell me not to be a lazy bum is to tell me to do something.
I know I’ve previously stated that I don’t want to write too much about depression crap because it’s not funny and no one gives a shit. Since this is already an unfunny entry, I’ll throw in another thought I’ve been having. I don’t want to die. But even more so, I don’t want to live. My affinity to being suicidal is only because death is the lesser of two evils, given how shitty life is. I’m not suicidal (yet) because I’m living one hell of a dream life. Right now I’m just bumming at home with no financial responsibilities or any other kind of responsibility, Each day, I only need to worry about entertaining myself but life is already barely worth living. Why would doing more of what I don’t like (work, job, employment) to get less of what I already have (basically everything), make me want to live more. And if I don’t want to live, then why bother. Like I said, it’s fine at the moment, but I’m just planning ahead for when I lose my financial freedom, and I will. My parents aren’t wealthy so even if I leeched off them for the rest of their lives, I won’t inherit enough to sustain myself for another year so it’s just an inevitability.
God dammit I’d hate to just end it there so let me try to brighten things up a little. Umm… on the bright side… I did not have black diarrhea yesterday .
(black diarrhea reference: https://tedgaming.wordpress.com/2013/06/11/shit-stories-part-i/)