Sunday, April 25, 2010

"There are some days when I think I'm going to die from an overdose of satisfaction." - Salvador Dali

In contrast to last week's post, I am in a contagiously good mood this weekend.

Of course there are always the snags and little hindrances in the form of particular people, but I digress. Perhaps the above quote is stretching my state of satisfaction just a tad but why not indulge in this momentary lapse of reason? Usually over-thinking leads to excess worry and this ludicrous materialisation of problems that were never there in the first place, but it's those useless little worries that get to you the most.

I am not envious of people who seem to be constantly in a good mood because to people who don't know me too well, I am one of those people, and I know what lies behind that lovely public display of fake smiles and dark, sesquipedalian humour which I adore so much.

I believe it was the indispensable Jay-Z that said, "Go on, brush your shoulders off" in a song called "Dirt Off Your Shoulders". Heavy sarcasm aside, this mentality of "if something is bothering you, fuck it", tends to temporarily work, so for someone who seeks instant gratification - that is, most of the population - that's the way to go. Got something weighing you down? Brush it off your shoulders. Assuming that something you can easily brush off is also heavy enough to weigh you down.

This is me in my happy place.

Good afternoon the interwebz.

Thursday, April 15, 2010

"Anger is a short madness." - Horace

I'm pissed off and this is my outlet.

As many of my friends can tell you, things get to me. Often I turn these sporadic annoyances into humorous rants and outbursts however, today, this isn't the case. I am in the worst mood I have been in for a few days and, knowing my near bipolar nature, that is quite a feat.

It gets to me when I know things are just fucking useless. Anything from organised religion to claims of unbiased judgement. Yes, I am going to judge people who have proven to be worth nothing more than a sack of puss in the past. Yes, I know I "shouldn't" but in the end, who gives a fuck what I "should" and "shouldn't" do? If a particular friend is happy with making what I view as a huge mistake, no one can expect me to just stand by, grit my teeth and let it slide. That just isn't happening.

Also, stop inviting me to these pointless events which I'm never attending. Honestly? Youth masses? Lenten talks? Mink level 2 parties? SKY Club parties? Open bar at AXIS? What the fuck? If you knew me, you wouldn't bother. If you didn't know me, then why the fuck would you invite me anyway? Is it that you need more names on your bloody list? You can take your ill-advised, generic and popularly ignored invitations and stick them up all of your respective arses.

What with health problems, home issues, mental dilemmas and relationship paradoxes, I shouldn't have to put up with all this shit. The breaking down is also a lovely bonus. If I had to choose between being a cold, useless, mainstream cunt like most people on this useless rock we are forced to call home and being me, guess who I'd choose.

Goodnight.

Sunday, April 11, 2010

"One does not leave a convivial party before closing time." - Winston Churchill

Then again, some do actually leave a seemingly joyous occasion early. One may choose to leave, one may be forced to leave for being disorderly, one in particular may have no choice because it's a fortune that he isn't unconscious after bashing his head against the edge of a lavatory basin.

As it turns out, having a group of teenagers and twenty-somethings in a small hall together is bound to lead to some sort of accident, or rather, a number of accidents. The most notable being the aforementioned head-to-lavatory-basin bollocks. When inebriated, you shouldn't be allowed to walk around unsupervised, let alone go weewee in the girl's bathroom while unbalanced and idiotic-mannered. The lesser accidents include a beer spill that could have led to an overly-dramatic and sudden failure of all the electrical equipment in the hall, more leftover food and drink than you can wave at a small African village and a few things leftover that really shouldn't have been, say ... a guitar?

Still, everything worked out fine in the end and even though my lightweight friend and his blunt-force trauma to the back of the melon is in hospital for observation, nothing gets on my tits more than things left unsaid, and believe me, there are things left unsaid.

For now, I bid adieu.
Good afternoon the interwebz.

Thursday, April 8, 2010

"Words are but symbols for the relations of things to one another and to us; nowhere do they touch upon absolute truth." - Friedrich Nietzsche

Hello friend,

my name is Mathias Mallia, and I will be posting what promises to be the most arbitrary stream of bollocks onto this blog on a semi-regular basis. I will set a minimum of a post a week to start with, give me some sort of goal, you see.

Where to begin? Well, something at this very moment that annoys me is Google's new and patronising internet browser. It irks me that Google Chrome's auto-correct function doesn't recognise the word "blog" or the word "Google". Definitions for both are (as taken off the Merriam-Webster dictionary):

Blog - Web site that contains an online personal journal with reflections, comments, and often hyperlinks provided by the writer; also : the contents of such a site.

Google - (noun)Trademark for a search engine.
Google - (verb)To use the Google search engine to obtain information about (as a person) on the World Wide Web.

I find it amusing how I feel the need to point this out while typing the first post of a blog using a website powered by Google. Ah, Irony.