Food for thought: ideas

I feel empty. Not emotionally, rather idealistically. That’s right. Void of ideas. Empty. It ruins me because I know it’s there and when I try to force it out, it doesn’t come.

Quirky post #1

Misfortune can strike in the most bizarre of places. For example, the other day, I was at a car dealership and, feeling slightly peckish, I decided to use the nearby vending machine for a packet of chips. Not only did I not receive any potato crisps, but in addition, I lost $3.20, twice! As a consequence I wasn’t able to refill my parking metre. This placed me in a dilemma as I was in no mood for another parking fine, having just attained one the week before in a nearby area. So I had to move my car. The spot I found was in the shade which was good because it was a hot day. However, it was more than three times further than my last parking spot. I did not think too much of it, so I walked back to the car dealership feeling hungrier than when I had left it. I was not then in the mood for cars and I left the dealership, walked past my previous parking spot and went to my car where I had found that a flock of birds had decided to use my windscreen as a restroom. I was infuriated, naturally, having just cleaned the car by hand and I drove home in a fury. Whilst driving, I felt very paranoid of the new decorations on my windscreen, especially when stopped at traffic lights. For this reason, I pretended to look occupied, either by tying my shoelace (although my shoes were slip ons) or looking in the compartments by my dashboard. Ironically, stopped at a red light, I managed to scum $9.85 from the coin compartment – adequate for the parking metre, and perhaps two packets of chips, maybe a chocolate bar, if I was lucky.

Food for thought: failure

Failure is the most undesirable stench.

Food for thought: life

I’ll gamble with everything, except my life.

A cynic’s guide: life

My life feels as repetitive as pop music,

monotonous as an owl’s hoot,

dull as a dusty plaid couch,

yet, as unique as a finger print…

Food for thought: change

Circumstances change;

People don’t.

Food for thought: failure

Trial and error does not bring failure;

trial and error brings experience.

Be yourself

A cynic’s guide: new years

Happy New Year!

How many times have you heard that? I regard it as a cliché; nothing more than a banal traditionalism that clings to the tongues of too many around this time of year.

The date has changed, but this happens every day too.

A handful of new resolutions will appear for many strong willed people, but the amount that are fulfilled by the year’s close will surely be a meagre figure.

Today is just another day, like any other. The only difference is perhaps a desire to think that this year, somehow, will be better than the last.

Who am I?

Sometimes, if I look at myself really hard in the mirror, I can barely recognise myself.