It’s happening. Maybe. Possibly. Probably?

So not so long ago ( well, quite long ago, for I haven’t been blogging all that regularly lately) I asked the question about whose fault it is if a person cheats on someone with another person. Would it be completely the cheater’s fault? Or is there some moral issues with the person whom the cheater cheated with? I’ll give you a minute to digest that gobful.

This isn’t about answering the question, more just letting you know what I’ll be up to tomorrow. Tomorrow I’m meeting someone who I know quite certainly is capable of cheating. But that doesn’t mean that I’ll be doing anything with this person; for one, I try not to deal in hypothetical possibilities. I may just be watching movies and just simply hanging out….at his house.

Which brings me to my second problem: even if I wanted to do something – who makes the first move? I think it’d be weird if I did. Besides, I’m always far to afraid to make the first move in the first place. Which is actually quite annoying because the person I do actually like probably either thinks I don’t like them or just thinks I’m incapable of a relationship or something. I know for a fact the one I like (now referred to as Mr. R) wants a relationship, I’m just not sure if he wants one with a guy. Result: confusion! I’m too afraid to even ATTEMPT to make any sort of move because we have a rather good thing going…as friends. If that gets ruined I’ll be both seriously pissed and bummed.

Sigh. I think it’s because I have so much free time since graduating high school – I finally have time to think about this stuff. Hurry up university!

 

UPDATE: I totally sent out the right signals — nothing happened. WINNER!

Is there such thing as a homewrecker?

So this thing that’s been happening with the person who is in a relationship (referred to now on as The Person) has been largely unsuccessful so far in the sense that nothing’s happened yet. But it’s early days, so anything’s possible. Anyway this isn’t the point of this post, instead I wanted to talk about where fault lies with the situation. I was talking to a friend on MSN the other day and he seemed to think that it was very much my fault if I were to do anything and that I was a bad person – he even went so far as to tell me I was a homewrecker and that I had no morals. Obviously he is full of shit. Evidence: I do have morals, they’re just different to his.

I then went on to ask two other people what they thought. Obviously they don’t know it was me I was referring to, although I’m assuming that my friend over at Retail Therapy is reading this or will read it at some point, in which case tell no one. Anyway, the two people were on my side, which I was quite pleased about. I had asked whether or not it would be my fault (for example) for destroying the relationship or for causing damage or whatever if I was having sex with someone in a relationship. I said it wouldn’t be my fault because it wasn’t me who destroyed the relationship, the relationship was already destroyed beforehand. Otherwise why would they be cheating in the first place? One friend even said that even if it was me that went for it first (i.e. incited it) it still wouldn’t be my fault. Is that true? I find that question the most morally ambiguous, but I can see where that friend was coming from because, again, the relationship would have had to be having problems before I even came along.

Another question is that what if it is simply a one-off? If The Other One never found out, would there be any blame at all? I don’t think there would be. I also wouldn’t see it as my problem; The Person would have known what they were doing and so it would be a bit unfair if they simply went, “oh look what you’ve done.” The two friends agreed with this as well. So far it’s three against one.

This isn’t to say that I have done any of this by the way. I haven’t. I’m just unsure about whether or not I might and what the consequences for me would be, if any, and whether or not this makes me a bad person. At the moment I’m still not convinced that it does, although that one MSN friend was certainly convinced that it would indeed make me a bad person. I thought momentarily that maybe I should be thinking of The Other Person, because if they found out they may or may not be hurt, depending on where the relationship was at anyway. But I then thought if it wasn’t me, it’d just be someone else. So again, not my problem.

Have I got the completely wrong idea here? Maybe I just like the excitement of it all.Who knows? Who cares? At the moment, not me. Should I, though?

Let me just reiterate that I haven’t done anything yet. These are just merely possibilities.

All I can do is sigh

I have a cold at the moment, which has consequently made everything rather frustrating. So I thought what better way to vent my frustration than through a nice little blog post.

The first of my frustrations is with my parents, who think that I am going to be asking out my best friend sometime in the near future. NEWSFLASH! I won’t be! They even asked me, “so when you going to ask out [friend]?” To which I replied, “I’m not.” They then asked, “Why?” and I replied, “because I don’t want to.” Mum then asked why again but I cut her off by saying goodnight and then walked away. That’s right! Believe it! I’m not going to be asking her out. I have absolutely no interest in asking her out! I hope they understand this now, but I doubt it. I’ve been invited by her to go with her and her family to a caravan park down the coast for a week. I asked my friend who is more of a best friend than the one I’m going away with if it was weird that she invited me. She made a good point: she said that we had been friends longer and were better friends and she had never invited me for a week away somewhere with her family, so yeah it’s a little weird. I’ve concluded that it’s not HUGELY weird. Just a little weird. Just a little amount of weirdness. So that’s somewhat reassuring. I was momentarily faced with the dilemma of whether or not to talk to her about it; I instead went for the more wimpy approach of telling her about my aforementioned conversation with my parents and how I said I didn’t want to go out with her. Hopefully that made some sort of difference – if not, I’m so fucked.

The second of my frustrations is how annoying some people are. I am so sick of seeing people take photos then make then look like they’re crappy, old and yellow. If you do it to all your pictures you just look like a tryhard!

The third frustration is not really a frustration, but more a peculiar situation. If a person is already in a relationship and is explicitly flirting with someone else (this someone else being me), and by explicitly I mean really explicitly, is that bad of me? Should I care what their relationship is doing? It mustn’t be a very good relationship if one half is flirting with someone else. So I don’t think I care that much. I dunno…I just think it’s weird. But I don’t wanna talk about the fact that the person is in a relationship with the person because I’m afraid they’ll be reminded that they’re in a relationship and probably shouldn’t be talking to me like they are. I’ve sent over 100 texts to this person in under 2 days too if that’s any indication of how much we’ve been talking. Is that a lot? It seems like a lot.

I think that’s about all I’ve got on my mind right now. Possible best friend who my parents think I’m going to date, annoying people trying so desperately to be “unique”, and the person who’s in a relationship. The last one is the most interesting, I’ll keep you updated on that one. I hope it turns out to my benefit, otherwise I will have wasted an absolute tonne of credit for nothing, which will make me both angry and disappointed.

Fun fun fun.

The safety of the city (aka my parents are annoying)

I understand that I’m not the most muscular of guys. I accept full responsibility for that because, truth is, I’m lazy as hell. I could work out if I wanted to, getting “abs” wouldn’t exactly be hard because I have hardly any fat in that area anyway, but I still just can’t be fucked. Me not working out is definitely not saying I’m exceptionally weak. I work at a pool shop, I have to lift things – chlorine, salt, boxes, etc. However, my parents still seem to think I’m vulnerable. They also seem to think that I’m completely inept at taking care of myself apparently, because when I asked to stay in the city tonight they said no, be back home by 9pm. 9pm! Who the fuck goes out for the night, to come home at 9pm! Every single time that I go into the city they treat it like it’s my first bloody time. I’ve been in the city more times than they know! Because I have to lie to them sometimes to even get their bloody permission!

One of their arguments was that all the shops close at 9pm anyway. Lies! Lies and deceit! Some/most close later than that! And even when they do close, that’s not the end of the night! There are plenty of other things to do in the city when you want to! Sometimes it’s nice just being somewhere other than home, who cares if I’m not doing anything interesting? Not me.

They also think I don’t know the city very well, which I admit has some partial truths. But I’m not completely inept! Going outside of Queen Street isn’t exactly hard, I’ve done it plenty of times before.

I swear they watch too much news. Living in fear is not a way to live! It’s not like I’m hanging around in The Valley!

So that’s how my Friday night came to be ruined. Fuck my parents annoy me sometimes.

My wish has been granted, and yet…

The day has come. Alternative has become mainstream. It’s been a slow transition filled with many ups and downs. Oh, you’re not wearing short fluorescent clothes that are too small for you? How shameful. In today’s standards, however, that shall be rephrased: oh, you’re not wearing short fluorescent clothes that are too small for you? You’re so unique, please wait while I take off my clothes. This should be a good thing and yet its just turned it into one big race to be the most “un-mainstream” person out! I don’t mind this, because its allowed me to discover some pretty cool new things through all the new exposure to different cultures. But with every 1 original person 3 annoying ones are born, and then the 3 annoying people find another 3 annoying people and so the cycle continues until you have one MASSIVE group of annoying people! As you have deciphered, it is a rather annoying situation.

I think the most annoying thing about it is the new fascination with tea. Tea has been around for how long? But ohhhh no now the super freakin alternative group is drinking it is SUCH a cool thing do drink. Every Friday they fill up my facebook wall with messages like “Tea Friday,,soooooo excited!” Really? Tea Friday? Drinking tea on Monday is just so passe. I always feel like going “YAY tea Friday! LOL jks, where’s my fucking latte.” That’ll learn them.

Maybe I shouldn’t care so much, it doesn’t effect me at all except for the annoyance of having to hear them talk about it. All the time. Maybe some good can come out of it. I discovered The Last Dinosaurs and The XX through some of them (the good non-annoying ones). It also might inspire some people to open their minds, which is always a good thing because my one major fear is that this country will become completely conservative, in which case I’ll most likely die. But this has got of to an awry start as some of them have been quite nasty to some of my friend’s friends. I don’t really like these friend’s friends, as they try a bit too hard and are really quite genuinely weird, but that doesn’t mean I’m about to be outright rude to them because that’s just pathetic. You’d think “The Alternatives” (which is now the collective noun for the annoying people) would be the most respectful, but apparently not.

But alas, we shall see how the situation evolves; hopefully something good comes out of it and my annoyances disappear.

Hello…again

I realise I haven’t posted in a while, which is mainly due to the fact that I simply haven’t felt the need to. When I originally started this blog back in grade 10 (I think) I was very much a portable depressing device . Sure I had fun, but in the overall scheme of things and with the ability of hindsight, I was very much not that happy. I think it was at the time when my sister was going through/continuing with her meltdown. If you can be bothered to go back and search the depths of the archives of this blog I’m sure you’ll recall the time I broke down at school in year 8 or 9 and just started crying. It was very much an embarrassing experience but shit was happening and me being drenched in water by some dickhead (who thankfully left the school the next year) set off the whole tears thing. Obviously traumatised by this experience, I haven’t cried at all since, which I’m assuming is a good thing because I don’t do emotions. When people cry I sit there awkwardly thinking ‘fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck.’ It’s ironic too because most people assume I’m of the ‘sensitive’ type. Just because I don’t like to bounce of the walls doesn’t mean I’m sensitive, on the contrary, I can be quite insensitive. However I’m only really like that when I see the plain stupidity in people’s actions – if you got yourself into your current situation I will help you but don’t expect me to feel sorry for you. So that was me back then in my unhappiness. In grade 11 was around the time I think I stopped writing in this blog, which I think was mainly due to me actually being genuinely happy with everything.

Lately, though, back to the whole hating the world thing. I think it’s just me having to again get used to being back at school and having to do the whole high school happy face thing. Then again, I don’t see why that should bother me. My social life has become considerably better this  year and so have my grades. For term 1 I received 5 A’s and 1 C for Maths B. So why have I started posting again? I don’t know. I’ve just felt the need to lately, probably just to vent, because some people just annoy the fucking shit out of me.

In Legal Studies, for example, we are doing divorce laws etc and this one person in my class feels the need to ask pointless questions about absolutely everything! What if one child was with her mum and then her mum died and she had to live with her dad and then her dad was abusive and lived in America? – shit like that. HOW ABOUT STFU! What if the child lived on the fucking moon and her father was a dragon! what then!? HUH?!

Example number two is that in Modern History we’re doing feminism. It’s very interesting stuff and I’m surprised at how it’s changed throughout generations and learning about the different waves of feminism etc. But masculinity is also a bit of a sub-topic which is, to be honest, the most awkward thing in the world because I feel like I’m on the outside – which I’m not. However, for the most part, the stereotype works against me. Then again, fuck off wankers.

So that’s that end of my rant…

It feels good to be back. I hope to have something more interesting and useful next time.

Such encouraging words

While talking about the safety of The Valley, the most popular nightclub strip in Brisbane, with a friend’s mother the following sentence was said by dad:

“I’m more worried about [me]. Like I mean, someone could just kinghit him and that’d be it. The aggression is just out there. They always pick on the weakest link.”

Wow, thanks dad. Glad to know I’m the weaklest link in the family…

On a happier note I’m writing this post on my iPod, which I’m quite excited about

A short preview of 2012

As you’ll probably see on the news Brisbane was covered by a huge amount of dust from the outback today; on top of this there were really gusty winds. You would think that you would be choking or something in it but the air didn’t taste any different and it didn’t make you suffocate. It just looked really really cool. Here’s some photos I took on my mobile while I was in the city:

This last one is definitely my favourite, it was taken from the other side of the river looking towards Queen Street.

Changing the topic completely, I saw 500 Days of Summer today and it was definitely one of the best movies I’ve seen all year. But there was a group of fucktards at the back of the cinema who constantly talked and screamed. I hope they choked on the dust…

It’s a sad day for television

I assured myself it could never happen. But no, America has decided to fuck up the world even more.

America is remaking Skins.

MTV has apparently been trying to get their hands on the show for two years, and well now they’ve succeeded. The show will be set in Baltimore, which is something to be optimistic about I guess, at least it’s not set it “upper east-side Manhattan.” I wish Showtime were the ones remaking it, at least they’re a bit more daring…and at least they’re not afraid to say fuck.

MTV will probably censor it to death. The original screens on BBC America, with most of the swearing and nudity and well basically the whole show cut out.

Seriously can America not watch anything that is not made by America? Is watching a British show really that bad? Sure, there may be the cultural differences, but get over it already! They’re not that hard figure out! And as for the language barrier, you’re both English speaking countries! If you don’t understand the slang (which is also not that hard to figure out) then Google it or something. If you’re really that dumb turn on the bloody subtitles.

I hope this show can pull it off. I think the different social issues will be interesting, if they dare go near them. And ten bucks says Channel Ten will pick it up at some point.

This made my day

 

LOL! My friend took it, it was on the back of the toilet door.