I work in the most unimportant and neglected part of a company, I've disappointed my parents more than anybody in the history of mankind (Hitler and Osama's parents too would have been proud of them), I let a pint-sized megalomaniac boss me (This one sentence will most definitely lead to an argument), I can't even think of a healthy relationship, I feel guilty for not caring enough about people, or, do I? The person I relate to most is a serial-killer on television (No plans of emulation though, yet), alcohol doesn't pacify or interest me anymore, I still don't know why I get up early almost everyday to go to the gym, most conversations bore the shit out of me, I thought I had become the perfect being but from time to time boredom creeps up and anger lifts its head. For the first time in my life I might end up doing something I've never done before, SNAP!
Where is that brain-wave you are supposed to get when you have lived a quarter of a century? The realization of all your past mistakes and the epiphany about the clear path to a happy future? Are stupid people the only ones with a right to bliss? All I wish is for a beautiful stranger, sanity, clarity, some humane feelings and money of course!
But then again as The Dark Passenger and Dexter say in unison, "Wishes of course are for children."
Where is that brain-wave you are supposed to get when you have lived a quarter of a century? The realization of all your past mistakes and the epiphany about the clear path to a happy future? Are stupid people the only ones with a right to bliss? All I wish is for a beautiful stranger, sanity, clarity, some humane feelings and money of course!
But then again as The Dark Passenger and Dexter say in unison, "Wishes of course are for children."
