tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-57991822011-04-22T00:37:12.851-04:00The Tragical Comedies of Misanthropic BI am a young professional American male. This is my lifestyle. I can't help it.misanthropic bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14672716738642254111noreply@blogger.comBlogger561100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5799182.post-9646704644222244382008-04-23T23:02:00.003-04:002008-04-23T23:15:13.185-04:00Somehow the internets failed me, and at least one of my entries was deleted. Here is a gem from March of 2005:Monday, March 28, 2005In an attempt to revitalize my social life, I've taken up weekend trips to New York City up as a hobby. I've always gone to the city pretty frequently (mostly for shopping or observing homeless people with binoculars), but I've increased my visits lately, as I've misanthropic bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14672716738642254111noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5799182.post-84623179377028990832008-03-03T22:34:00.000-05:002008-03-03T22:38:14.500-05:00portrait of a misanthropic bmisanthropic bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14672716738642254111noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5799182.post-27535920613643422702007-04-12T15:21:00.000-04:002007-04-13T10:37:13.689-04:00It's been nearly a year since I've written to you. Nothing of any real importance has happened to me in the past year. My life seems to have entered some kind of weird buddhist loop where I just keep living the same stupid events over and over. Getting drunk, taking pills, buying more shit I don't need, going on dates with horrible people, etc. I still feel alone. I still feel contempt for almostmisanthropic bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14672716738642254111noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5799182.post-1143564057948027662006-03-28T11:40:00.000-05:002006-03-28T11:40:57.960-05:00I've awoken.I've been working at an agency in Manhattan for some time now. It feels like a long time. Feels different. Feels like my life has changed drastically, like my old life was just an old movie or series of television episodes that I vaguely remember. I commute from Connecticut to NYC on the train every day. It's completely draining. Wasn't so bad at first, but now I feel like I'm in a misanthropic bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14672716738642254111noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5799182.post-1133880181378022222005-12-06T09:42:00.000-05:002005-12-13T18:19:20.446-05:00chapter XVIXIXVI've been putting this off for about a year now. I kept lying to myself, hoping things would change, hoping it didn't really happen, hoping I'm not as much of a bad person as she told me I was, hoping it was all a mistake... a misunderstanding. A quick recap: I met this girl when I was single last year, at a party. I had a date with her and fell in love nearly instantly. She was misanthropic bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14672716738642254111noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5799182.post-1131640581172368442005-11-10T11:30:00.000-05:002005-11-10T11:36:28.226-05:00some confessions:I've been really busy lately with new experiences (new job in NYC, etc), so I've been a bit behind on transcribing every major and minor event in my life for you during the past few months. Next-up, I'll tell you about my horrible heart break. Absolutely brutal for me and hilarious for you. But first, there are a couple of details I left out regarding the events leading up to themisanthropic bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14672716738642254111noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5799182.post-1127399756240767172005-09-22T10:35:00.000-04:002005-09-22T10:36:11.580-04:00Like I said earlier, most of this year was spent in a weird emotional haze, and it took a huge toll on both my social life and my professional life (ultimately resulting in me losing my job of nearly four years). This haze continued well into my unemployed period, or as I like to refer to it, my "blue period." Overall, the blue period was pretty awesome. Finding myself with zero responsibilititesmisanthropic bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14672716738642254111noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5799182.post-1127243719821889202005-09-20T15:15:00.000-04:002005-09-20T15:15:19.833-04:00I assume you want something meaty by now. Huh? Do you?There are some things I need to go over. These things being:a) why I was firedb) what happened after said firingc) what i'm doing nowd) and finally what happened to that amazing girl I was dating briefly (the one that almost made me feel alive again)I'm going to try to get this started now.Towards the end of my time at "Company X," I became misanthropic bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14672716738642254111noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5799182.post-1124136648391803442005-08-15T15:57:00.000-04:002005-08-15T16:10:48.400-04:00A few admissions:1) I never got a pet cat. There is no "shakie wilcox" and I'm not quite sure why I made all that up. I do wish I had something to love though, be it kitty or person.2) I am still a complete monster, without remorse or purpose.3) I am unemployed and have never felt freer. I spent all day today playing playstation in my underpants and eating Lucky Charms. On Friday I spent the day misanthropic bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14672716738642254111noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5799182.post-1123617983871073612005-08-09T16:06:00.000-04:002005-08-09T16:06:23.876-04:00I got fired today.misanthropic bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14672716738642254111noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5799182.post-1118160182546883922005-06-07T12:02:00.000-04:002005-06-07T12:03:02.553-04:00Last week, I went to go see the new Star Wars movie with a couple of buddies. I wouldn't agree to seeing it in anything less than full digital projection. Seeing this movie was one of the only things I've looked forward to in the past few months. It was ultimately fulfilling, but predictably disappointing at the same time. Nothing's ever as good as I hope it's going to be. When the movie was misanthropic bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14672716738642254111noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5799182.post-1115391193271635952005-05-06T10:52:00.000-04:002005-05-25T10:05:04.066-04:00serotonin bleeding internal band-aid fix never understood sparkling dead inside fixed bag of new blood new feelings fixed head better smile new person better man more bandages dirty water dark black feelings romance talk vitamins exercise health diet carrot protein cannot undo fix regret tears funny vomit escape booze never again fix unreal good dreams not letting go better lover fulfill misanthropic bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14672716738642254111noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5799182.post-1113344972654108082005-04-12T18:29:00.000-04:002005-05-25T10:01:07.853-04:00I know I said that everything was better, and that everything was funny again (oh, it is), but I still feel unfulfilled in so many aspects of my life. Particularly the working aspect. I mean, I have a good job, and I'm comfortable. But I just...feel nothing while I'm at work. No motivation, no sense that I'm really going anywhere or producing anything of value. I don't work very hard, and I'm misanthropic bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14672716738642254111noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5799182.post-1108698474382791972005-02-17T22:47:00.000-05:002005-07-12T12:15:40.443-04:00PART TWO:i can't really explain it to you that well.and i remembered earlier in the day when i was stuck in traffic on the highway and i looked around and felt trapped, surrounded by massive vehicles...yellow ribbons, american flags, bumper stickers reducing my country's ideals into a marketable slogan...the flag i saluted as a child...becoming a brand icon (which made me think of rubbing bbq misanthropic bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14672716738642254111noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5799182.post-1108611258853243182005-02-16T22:33:00.000-05:002005-02-16T22:34:18.856-05:00PART ONE:i finally awoke, as i looked at myself in the mirror, crying pathetically. i stared into my own eyes, tears running into my mouth. i could taste salt and vomit. i could taste remnants of an overpriced meal at a subpar restaurant, packed with well-dressed hideous people. as i looked at myself in the mirror i realized i wasn't as ugly as i'd always believed. and i wasn't as vacuous as i misanthropic bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14672716738642254111noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5799182.post-1105654622622990382005-01-13T17:06:00.000-05:002005-01-13T17:17:02.623-05:00I've fallen into the deepest depression I can remember in the past ten years. I tried to do something positive and go back to the gym to pull myself out of this horrible slump. I've been there every night this week. I hate how the guys that work there pretend to be my friend. I told a guy I work with about the gym I go to, and he seemed interested, so I brought him the other night, after work. misanthropic bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14672716738642254111noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5799182.post-1101998896989154492004-12-02T09:43:00.000-05:002004-12-02T09:48:16.990-05:00You support the troops, but you drive like a complete asshole.
Okay. I've been away for a while. I think I may have found God. I don't know. Also, work/sickness/depression/a feeling of complete loss and hopelessness have consumed me lately. A lot's happened. I promise to write about it all in the coming months. I just can't think straight right now. People ask me what's wrong at work (They misanthropic bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14672716738642254111noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5799182.post-1099507716484518862004-11-03T13:46:00.000-05:002004-11-03T13:48:36.483-05:00I emerged from my flu-encrusted hibernation this morning to discover that George W. Bush will remain our president for the next four years. Way to go America. I knew you wouldn't let me down.
I started talking to some of my friends on Instant Messenger to see what their feelings were. Many of them are outraged. They blamed people like me for not voting. I don't care about all that. I just want misanthropic bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14672716738642254111noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5799182.post-1097868138277169972004-10-15T15:21:00.000-04:002004-10-15T15:22:18.276-04:00I went out for drinks last night with some coworkers. Typically, I drank way too much. We were in this really intense debate about consumer electronics, and Blu-Ray technology versus HD-DVD, and I started feeling really panicky, and just starting ranting, barely taking time to breathe in between sentences...I don't know what came over me, but I just starting rambling uncontrollably...It went a misanthropic bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14672716738642254111noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5799182.post-1096317788190557342004-09-27T16:42:00.000-04:002004-10-01T13:51:23.533-04:00Hmm. Where do I begin? A lot's happened in the past few weeks. Professionally, romantically, emotionally. It always happens all together like that. I still haven't been back to the gym. Haven't had time. Been really busy with work, and buying DVDs...and a date. A really special one, I think. With the girl from the party. I emailed her last week (I'm not sure why I waited so long), and she took misanthropic bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14672716738642254111noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5799182.post-1095724304703242372004-09-20T19:50:00.000-04:002004-09-20T19:51:44.703-04:00had a nightmare last night:
...brief glimpses of a world where celebrities (mostly athletes) get corporate tattoos on their bodies as the final step in ultimate corporate sponsorship. andre agassi took that last pathetic step and had a large nike swoosh tattooed on his bicep. celebrities are also sponsored in name as well. for instance Vin Diesel is no longer Vin Diesel, but 'Pepsi presents Vin misanthropic bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14672716738642254111noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5799182.post-1093982157255716502004-08-31T15:55:00.000-04:002004-09-01T15:18:02.926-04:00Dear robo-diary,
I'm sorry I haven't written in a while. The last couple of weeks have been super hectic at work, as projects have been rolling in and I've been trying to redeem myself, socially and professionally. Plus I took a little trip down to DC this weekend to visit an old friend. It gave my patriotism a sorely-needed boost. A metro bus driver gave me several compliments on my diesel misanthropic bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14672716738642254111noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5799182.post-1092434703946832892004-08-13T17:58:00.000-04:002004-08-13T18:05:22.680-04:00In my quest for self-improvement, I finally got myself to start going to the gym. I've gone once, anyway. I didn't care for it all that much. It reminded me of the times I used to go to the gym in college and all of the gross meatheads that would hog all the nautilus machines for like fifteen minutes at a time. There were a few meatheads at this gym, but luckily not nearly as many as I expected. misanthropic bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14672716738642254111noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5799182.post-1091723058426279902004-08-05T12:23:00.000-04:002004-08-09T11:28:55.183-04:00They told me that they think I need help. And getting help would lessen the chances of being fired. And I don't want to be fired because I fear change, and all the stress that comes along with searching for/getting a new job. So I had my first psychiatric session on Monday. I've never had one before. I think I learned a lot about myself and really understand how I can better myself and become themisanthropic bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14672716738642254111noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5799182.post-1090433483864350032004-07-21T14:10:00.000-04:002004-07-21T14:11:23.863-04:00I hadn't been grocery shopping in a while, since I usually eat out as much as possible to feel like a wasteful New Yorker, but I really wanted to get some Jello pudding pops, since they just came back on the market after a long and needless hiatus. Anything that can help bring me closer to the childhood that is slowly eroding away is of much importance to me. Well, I normally go to the Stop and misanthropic bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14672716738642254111noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5799182.post-1088785524571868442004-07-02T12:25:00.000-04:002004-07-02T12:25:24.570-04:00UGH...work's been so hard to deal with lately, especially because of the arrival of a new girl (entry level, right out of college) in the marketing department. She completely embodies everything I could have hated about girls in college. She's really bubbly, blonde, outgoing, and just flat out stupid. I'm not sure why she got hired...I guess she's got good people skills or something. And she's misanthropic bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14672716738642254111noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5799182.post-1086644749607321552004-06-07T17:45:00.000-04:002004-06-09T10:54:26.620-04:00I found a new place to live. It's a newish apartment building. It's aight. My rent's actually cheaper now so I've got even more disposable income. I plan on eating sushi twice as much as I used to. Moving sucked. I ended up throwing a lot of stuff out. Even some old DVDs. Why the fuck did I buy Mission Impossible 2? I ended up giving it to some black kid riding his bike in my new neighborhood misanthropic bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14672716738642254111noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5799182.post-1085505915125782672004-05-25T13:25:00.000-04:002004-05-25T13:25:15.126-04:00My life's been much more frantic than usual lately. I mean, I'm always emotionally frantic (either that or completely emotionally numb), but I've been all shook up lately. My landlord's found a new tenant that'll pay more money for my crappy apartment (why??), so I'm getting kicked out. I've been looking for a new place for the past month, but just haven't found one that suits me. And sometimes Imisanthropic bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14672716738642254111noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5799182.post-1082562561382220942004-04-21T11:49:00.000-04:002004-07-17T11:43:20.476-04:00CHAPTER 28: Low-Carb Hullaballoo
This Atkin's diet madness is consuming most of the women in my office. And some of the men. I considered it at one point, but then realized that my strong points don't lie in well-sculpted abs or big strong arms, but rather lie in my incredible personality and inner brilliance. Unfortunately, this brilliance goes unnoticed to most of those around me. It's either misanthropic bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14672716738642254111noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5799182.post-1081996191624416942004-04-14T22:28:00.000-04:002004-04-21T11:08:51.513-04:00It's been so long since I've last written. Does anyone even care? Do I? Last night I felt like I had a beautiful moment. I listened to this CD my mom got me for Christmas years ago but never opened. "Relaxing Sounds" of the beach, the forest, etc. I laid down, emotionally exhausted from the past few weeks of dating, lying, hating women, hating myself. I cried for a good half hour. It was the misanthropic bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14672716738642254111noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5799182.post-1080317221199090202004-03-26T11:06:00.000-05:002004-03-26T11:09:33.373-05:00Now....onto the dating adventures. This is where the shit gets intense. I've been creepin the online dating scene...lavalife, friendster, myspace, makeoutclub, match.com, all that garbage. I'm not sure if I really expect to find someone on here, or if I just want to fuck with people and make them miserable. I definately want to bother people, that's a given. But finding someone special would be amisanthropic bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14672716738642254111noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5799182.post-1080092518770362822004-03-23T20:41:00.000-05:002004-03-23T20:44:27.860-05:00I cried a lot last night, while I was trying to write some poetry or something meaningful and I don't even remember getting anything on paper except for some doodles of me naked inside a spaceship. But I woke up this morning, face-down on my desk, with the following written on a piece of paper affixed to my cheek with drool. You see, in my new quest for a sidekick/lover, I've found myself misanthropic bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14672716738642254111noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5799182.post-1078783444249568182004-03-08T17:03:00.000-05:002004-06-15T18:01:20.116-04:00Being Al Roker
I awoke with a sweaty brow at about 4am this morning, frightened and unsure of my surroundings at first. Within seconds I came back to reality and began to breathe deeply, realizing that I had been dreaming, and that I am in fact not Al Roker. I had yet another nightmare. The large amounts of melatonin I've been taking every evening might have something to do with it. I've been misanthropic bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14672716738642254111noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5799182.post-1077742642850826682004-02-25T15:48:00.000-05:002004-03-23T16:17:47.046-05:00I saw an ad for American Idol on television Monday night and just started crying, not knowing why. I guess they were tears for humanity. Thank god the midget wedding show came on and my tears of tragedy were replaced by tears of hilarity. And it's not so much that I was laughing at them. Just that...I was laughing at the situation. And well, there were a couple of them that scared the shit out ofmisanthropic bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14672716738642254111noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5799182.post-1076346133187366392004-02-09T12:02:00.000-05:002004-02-18T15:42:48.873-05:00Ugh...so it went like this. I've been neglecting this relationship for the past six months and have been fully aware of it the whole time. I knew she loved me, I wanted to love her, but these days I feel so incapable of loving any living thing (except for Shakie Wilcox, of course), that I just can't reciprocate those feelings. So when she told me she loved me, I'd close my eyes and hold her and misanthropic bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14672716738642254111noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5799182.post-1076014494134367122004-02-05T15:53:00.000-05:002004-02-09T12:06:00.360-05:00
My girlfriend left me. My world is falling apart. At this point, only skeletor's cocksure ways can comfort me. USA! USA! More to follow...misanthropic bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14672716738642254111noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5799182.post-1075159149626470152004-01-26T18:18:00.000-05:002004-01-27T20:31:50.263-05:00Dear Diary:
Last weekend I went to a party thrown by this guy I don't really like that much. I knew him from school and somehow got invited, going on the basis that there would probably be a lot of drugs and fly honeys there. Plus I really wanted to cut loose after a week of constantly lying to myself and to others. After the first few hours of being there (which I don't remember), I realized I misanthropic bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14672716738642254111noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5799182.post-1073071951127566312004-01-02T14:32:00.000-05:002004-01-27T20:32:56.360-05:002003 was a dangerous, sad, hilarious year for me. I look forward to seeing what 2004 brings. I'm hoping either a) the downfall of humanity, or b) even better mobile phone technology. Speaking of which, I had the most surreal experience last week, before Christmas, on the train. I was on my way to work, fiddling with my new Palm Tungsten C PDA that I bought myself as an early Christmas present, misanthropic bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14672716738642254111noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5799182.post-1071757054759136022003-12-18T09:17:00.000-05:002003-12-18T09:18:30.373-05:00I wrote this down on a Sbarro Pizza napkin at the local shopping mall the other day, during the holiday shopping frenzy. I made 100 photocopies in the copyshop, then proceeded to leave the copies in strategic places all over the mall: bathrooms, underneath dvd players at Tweeter, the toy store, shoved inside women's panties in Filene's, underneath SUV's windshield wipers in the parking lot, etc. misanthropic bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14672716738642254111noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5799182.post-1071084181218822412003-12-10T14:22:00.000-05:002003-12-10T19:38:44.390-05:00As usual it's been ups and downs for me, my mind, and my body. The weekend was terrible....I don't even remember it, but I'm sure it was awful. But yesterday I felt something I don't think I've felt since I was maybe eighteen years old. I had to go return some DVDs to the local Blockbuster, and as I was standing in line to rent more videos ("X-Men 2" and "Pirates of the Carribean"), I noticed a misanthropic bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14672716738642254111noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5799182.post-1070460429753072122003-12-03T09:06:00.000-05:002003-12-03T09:07:48.403-05:00I'm going to have another bad day. I went nuts tomorrow. Bad episodes await. I'm going to be watching television...something on FOX or NBC...something reality-based. Real people. Real emotions. I want to see someone get their heart ripped out. I want to see someone get emotionally destroyed. Think of what it'll do for the ratings! People crave this kind of entertainment now. It's almost the only misanthropic bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14672716738642254111noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5799182.post-1070389285965399822003-12-02T13:07:00.000-05:002003-12-02T13:22:03.576-05:00Last night I saw an ad for the ten o' clock FOX news that warned of some new disease that causes you to laugh too much. "Do you have a bad case of the giggles? It may be more serious than you think!" they said. I was intrigued. What kind of sickness could make you laugh more? How do I acquire this sickness? I ended up not watching the news, as I was too busy looking at internet pornography. misanthropic bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14672716738642254111noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5799182.post-1069105729228016122003-11-17T16:48:00.000-05:002003-11-17T16:52:29.903-05:00
Tonight I'm celebrating by buying an X-Box, the most violent game I can find, snorting a bar of vicadin, and going hog-wild.misanthropic bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14672716738642254111noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5799182.post-1068059590005370202003-11-05T14:10:00.000-05:002003-11-06T15:12:43.000-05:00This week got off to a terrible start. Yesterday I took the car into work instead of the train, because I had a doctor's appointment during lunch. Halfway through the morning drive to the office, I was making a right turn at an intersection, when one of those new BMW 5 series passed me on my left. I was staring at it, mouth agape, as if it were a beautiful woman walking down the street in misanthropic bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14672716738642254111noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5799182.post-1067567144618373602003-10-30T21:24:00.000-05:002003-10-30T21:25:43.546-05:00misanthropic bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14672716738642254111noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5799182.post-1067312462849407562003-10-27T22:27:00.000-05:002003-10-27T22:41:01.933-05:00I felt completely...overwhelmed by my entertainment options last night. I had so many things to do after I got home from the office. First, I planned on playing with my vintage Korg Poly-61 synthesizer that I just bought off of ebay, but then I changed my mind and wanted to play my guitar since I just recently bought a new BOSS Digital Delay DD-5 effects processor. I'm in the market for a new misanthropic bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14672716738642254111noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5799182.post-1066099813242181042003-10-13T22:50:00.000-04:002003-10-13T22:50:12.683-04:00Everything's good. It's so good, that I don't really feel like I'm at ease. Normally I'm worried about things. Constantly thinking, plotting, fantasizing. When I'm stuck in traffic on the way to/from the office, I try to think about my social manipulation techniques...how to better get what I want out of people. I don' t think that it necessarily makes me a bad person...hell, isn't that what misanthropic bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14672716738642254111noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5799182.post-1065550959817795302003-10-07T14:22:00.000-04:002003-10-07T14:23:54.346-04:00misanthropic bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14672716738642254111noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5799182.post-1065031878133202582003-10-01T13:32:00.000-04:002003-10-01T19:49:05.063-04:00It seems as if I've snapped back into reality. It's really good that I did, because people (at work and everywhere else) were starting to notice. I think what jolted me out of the depressive/detached daze I've been in was last night's episode at the local shopping mall. It was truly a sight to behold. It went like this:
I was in the market for a new pair of Nike running shoes, a new baseball misanthropic bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14672716738642254111noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5799182.post-1064581550655877422003-09-26T09:05:00.000-04:002003-09-26T09:05:50.756-04:00Something's Wrong.misanthropic bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14672716738642254111noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5799182.post-1064547664918947582003-09-25T23:41:00.000-04:002004-02-25T21:15:12.606-05:00Another bad day at work. I don't know why I've been in such a slump lately. But nothing has brought me joy all week. I had a brilliant idea today in the bathroom, while examining myself in the mirror after taking a piss. I noticed a large dry booger in my nose, and I picked at it, but decided to not take it completely out of my nose. Grinning at myself in the mirror, with the booger slightly misanthropic bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14672716738642254111noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5799182.post-1064197108513340432003-09-21T21:46:00.000-04:002005-08-18T23:41:30.350-04:00The past week's been a rough one. I haven't made love to her in two weeks...neither of us seem at all interested. I've been staying up late doing old jigsaw puzzles from my childhood that I found in my father's attic. But more disconcerting than my lack of sex that is how my rage has been much worse than it usually is. Perhaps it's the passing of summer or because I keep seeing previews for that misanthropic bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14672716738642254111noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5799182.post-1063767522333087672003-09-16T22:54:00.000-04:002003-09-16T22:58:41.966-04:00Today at the office, Will told me that he had found this great personality test online. He urged me to take it, as he was dying to know what character type I would be classified as. I indulged him and, curious myself, took the test. It was a series of sixty questions, based on social preferences, interaction, goals etc. In the end, it classified me as a 'dispassionate introvert,' whatever the misanthropic bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14672716738642254111noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5799182.post-1063592138562779092003-09-14T22:09:00.000-04:002003-09-26T23:39:20.876-04:00I had another episode again last night. It had been a few months and it rather took me by suprise. The boys and I went out to a number of popular bars and drank heavily. I remember drinking a lot of six dollar beers, smoking a joint in someone's car, and taking some pills in a bathroom (But I think this is completely unrelated to my episode). I got home somehow and thought that I should make a misanthropic bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14672716738642254111noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5799182.post-1063388614096271822003-09-12T13:36:00.000-04:002003-09-23T11:31:11.963-04:00As I looked into her eyes I could see nothing but undevoted love, but all I could feel was the desire to be more powerful, move more quickly, feel like more of a man. She told me she loved me and I said "I love you too," but all I could think about was 230 horsepower, turbocharged with all wheel drive. With optional high-performance semi-racing flywheel and triple-plate clutch. I'm not even sure misanthropic bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14672716738642254111noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5799182.post-1063387553305972232003-09-11T13:17:00.000-04:002003-09-12T13:27:52.256-04:00The woman sitting in front of me on the train this morning had a terrible cough. She coughed every thirty seconds or so for the duration of the forty five minute train ride. It drove me close to madness. I restrained myself from yelling at her and asking her to stop her incessant coughing when I realized that it probably wasn't her fault. She couldn't help it. Though maybe it could have been misanthropic bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14672716738642254111noreply@blogger.com0