Why I Hate People

or, a smattering of the crap that goes through my head on a daily basis...

Tuesday, April 18, 2006

Post Script...

A little "PS" to what I wrote below...

I didn't mean for that to be an entirely self-indulgent rambling. I'm quite sure that just about everyone I know of that reads this is somewhere in their 20's, and from what I've heard, many of the same feelings are prevalent. I guess I was just hoping that knowing that everyone faces similar quandries, and while yours are certainly specific to being you, I know I like to think I'm not alone in my being somewhat lost.

All that said, I think that in the foreseeable future, my little Pause is going to be turned off...I'm practically planning to change everything within the next couple of years, from where I live, to what I drive, to where I work, just abotu everything is going to have to change whether it's because I want to, or because if factors beyond my control.... change is upon me.

Okay...maybe that part was totally self-indulgent...... but isn't that what blogs are for?!?

PPS: Yes, I know I've been derelict about the rest of our week in Mexico. I've been away, and then I've been busy......I'll get to it shortly.....I promise funny stories, both poo and non-poo related.... :)

3 Comments:

  • At 9:08 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    iain... i'm gonna miss you at work if you decide to leave!!!

    :(
    :(
    :(

     
  • At 9:10 AM, Blogger Iain said…

    It's not as much a decision, as I'm not sure how the whole P.Eng thing will affect matters....

    Market value is important, regardless of how much I might like it here. :)

    But, others are coming up for it before me, so we'll get to see how it shakes down.

     
  • At 1:51 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    Choose Life. Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a family.
    Choose a fucking big television, choose washing machines, cars,
    compact disc players and electrical tin openers. Choose good
    health, low cholesterol, and dental insurance. Choose fixed
    interest mortage repayments. Choose a starter home. Choose your
    friends. Choose leisurewear and matching luggage. Choose a
    three-piece suite on hire purchase in a range of fucking fabrics.
    Choose DIY and wondering who the fuck you are on a Sunday morning.
    Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing, spirit-crushing
    game shows, stuffing fucking junk food into your mouth. Choose
    rotting away at the end of it all, pishing your last in a miserable
    home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked up
    brats you spawned to replace yourself.

    Choose your future.

    Choose life.

     

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