Yeah anyways, I am not old....not really. I'm not even grey yet. I have some streaks but I'm middle aged now. My family gets hit with the grey stick at like thirty....you turn that corner and it's like Pennywise called your ass into the gutter and layed you down on his inflatable mattress but let you go before he could get his balloon animal in your butt.
I'm not saying I have aged that well of course, nor that I am healthy so much. I guess I could be...decent genes...but who cares? Give what you get? Well I get shit....so I don't give a shit...I'm just a regular guy ya know...like church guy or something...I turn this cheek! And that one....and just fart...no shits....so maybe when I get animated it's a shart....I am only human!
Where is this going....I think I understand more those old guy's that seem all crazy and angry and non fuck giving. Like they say it all they complain....they just look when you walk in, grunt...all that shit. Now I haven't got to this point....but I think I see why. They start thinking back...to when it was fucks to give....they are like...man forty three years ago! Then reality comes by and gorilla punches em and they are like man.
Now I think it's worse for those guys still left now. I mean I miss the eighties and mid nineties like a bastard. Think of the past twenty years of change....way insane to me....the last five....these guys? They had even more crazy since they saw slow slope to strait into the toilet....down the sewer and out to the ocean all on a roller coaster to hell. I mean shit, if I was eighty I would probably be wondering what I did to deserve seeing this shit show get set on fire.
People call me a nihilist. I do have many traits under the sub category...I won't deny this. I don't so much think it's a delusion or some disorder I think it's....life. Disenchantment....let Disney do that shit...have their old school characters show their age and deal with this shit.....your like a hundred? Man If I was a hundred you would be praying to have an evening with Nosferatu over three minutes in a room with my oxygen stealing ass. I mean...I think life is ok...but I do question....well....everything.
I don't even know what matters so much now....everything that was hard three years ago is mundane or easy now....everything that was the end of the world! OMFG.....is like bah. That shit ain't worth wiping your ass on it now. People yell, talk crazy make passive aggressive statements send fucked up text....and in their mind it's going to matter. You must listen! You need this. They dont get it...I don't. I don't need your opinion, your shit. Your life story? What's it matter....what about mine's? What about me? Hmmm?
Yeah I don't even care.
See? It's that easy. If I don't answer your snide text.....I meant every word! I'm like...Well. I'm not like anything. I just give no fucks, about you, your opinion....your anything. Man, woman, child...who gives a shit. Do you.....I do me. Maybe literally. Want me to watch? Perhaps....I mean I am getting older...may be the best action I see in six months....hmmm....HMU *Headline* Will watch you do you! May do self as well!
Oh well, guess that's enough for one week. This has I'm sure been enough for a lifetime.
You still here??
GET ON NOW!....
WHAT THE SHIT, YOU HOMELSS NOW!
NO! I DON'T HAVE ANY SOUP!