I've decided to go back to my roots with this post and just make it a good old-fashioned rant. I don't really have much to say, but I'm trying to at least keep a monthly post going so here it goes.
Is there anything more annoying than someone blatantly stating the obvious? Being in the Hons Philosophy course at University and living with a semi-senile father and a mother whose thoughts tend to drift haphazardly with no real logical bearing, Christ knows I've experienced this phenomenon countless times.
Just a couple weeks ago it was stated after some deliberation during a Philosophy of Social Science lecture that during World War II, suicide rates were very high. Who would've thought it, right? It gets worse. Not only did the lecturer conclude this, but it was then further simplified by a brilliant student sitting in front. "During war, suicide rates are high." The mere thought that this 'cognitive process' could still be referred to as such is daunting, to say the least.
The main fuel for this post comes in the shape of my ageing father, however. He is internet meme gold. At least twice a day there has to be a moment of, "Fuck me, really?". Last night was a rough night which I spent coughing quite profusely. I slept half an hour all night, if that. What was the first thing my father said as he came to rouse me from my pillowed coffin? "You've been coughing all night." Oh, thank you father. I was wondering what the hell my body was doing.
This was only one isolated incident. I've heard such strokes of genius as, "If you don't heat your food, it will be cold" and "It's 2pm now, so in an hour it will be 3pm". There comes a point when it should occur to a few that thinking aloud is a chore to everyone in the vicinity. When confronted, my father just answers by saying that he's usually home all day (he's retired) so he gets lonely and he just likes to talk when he has the chance. It's cute in a way and you have to empathise to a certain degree.
Sometimes it feels like my whole life is the world's longest viral video and I'm the unsuspecting victim of an elaborate ruse to turn my brain into mulch.
On that final observation, good morning the interwebz.
