There’s certain wisdom in anonymity, its quiet here too. Able to stand comfortably in the corner of a busy room and follow insipid conversations while tracing panty lines suits me in adulthood. It was an aching fear as a child. But then you learn that the ones always noticed, the achievers grow up too. The weight of adulthood, responsibility, or shear need to survive isn’t what they were promised, either. Or what anyone expected. I’ll bet my melancholy against your disappointment any day. Melancholy kicks ass.
So whatever qualifications or experience the HR department here at MIKESOUTH.COM needs for staff have been met, or as elsewhere lied really good about. If I had all the money I’ve spent on porn (whatever happened to Erica Boyer?) back, I could open up a, oh, what the hell… you don’t care about that.
So I’ll try REALLY hard to be funny (funny’s never funny when you have to grunt to make it come out) or share something worthwhile as we trudge through existence. I promise not to waste anyone’s time straining for meaning or relevance, for there isn’t any.
What we have is a stream of mankind stumbling through life worthy only of derision. What FUN!
“There’s always an Arquillian Battle Cruiser, or a Corillian Death Ray, or an intergalactic plague that is about to wipe out all life on this miserable little planet, and the only way these people can get on with their happy lives is that they DO… NOT… KNOW about it!”
Tommy Lee Jones: Kay in Men in Black
Brian in Powder Springs
