Burning trees and feeling displeased.

Spent most of last night stoned into oblivion to the point that when I got home (after getting lost in Asda and spending enough time deliberating over which kind of muffins I wanted to cure my munchies with that someone came up and asked if I was alright) I found deeper meaning in the ending of Wanted and thought the first half of Transformers 3 was mighty good. Like I said, baked. Started off the night planning to just work on my CV, listen to Kasabian while going through the usual ritual of scouring the internet for any sort of work and aimlessly slapping F5 on the half-dozen tabs open in my browser when I got a message from a lass I hadn’t seen much of for a couple of months. Used to have a real case of pussy blinders when it came to her but got rid of them in the interim and figured I might as well get myself some free hash and something to do for the night. Drove up to “our” smoking spot a ten minute drive outside of town next to the masts that serve most of Glasgow. There’s little traffic, or police, and it’s high enough up that the views as the sun goes down in summer are awesome. So don’t tell anyone right! It was a good enough time, the pair of us were never really… conversationalists… when we spent time together, so listening to music and having a relaxing smoke was like falling back into an old habit.

When I eventually made it back to mine after playing Deal Or No Deal in the supermarket I had one of those little feel good epiphanies that are liable to happen when you’re high, and being a real 21st century boy I took to facebook to let everyone know that I’d had a thought. So I proclaimed to the world that we should all just sit down, chill out, and be nice to each other. Nothing original or funny, or really interesting about it for that matter, and I promptly logged out and went about vegetating to the work of Michael Bay, whilst drinking the wateriest water I’ve ever had, and eating a blueberry muffin that was baked especially for me by God himself, falling asleep on the couch for a couple of hours and waking up in a slight panic because I’d forgotten how to breath for a second and had lost the sensation in the lower half of my legs. Hopefully only as a result of how I was lying. I managed to drag myself upstairs after laughing like an idiot at how the dog was slapping her tail against her bed as she slept, and went into a deep, dreamless sleep when I got to my room.

After I’d woken up and drank two pints of water to try and fix my serious case of cottonmouth I checked facebook again like it was the morning paper and found that a fuckton of people had liked the status about everyone just getting along. A couple even sent me private messages saying how much they agreed. Usually it’ll be a smaller group of people will like some things but not another. A post about something stupid my brothers did will have family liking it, some things will appeal to women, others to guys. All of them I know and see fairly often, and those I only vaguely know from school or friends of friends won’t like anything at all, that’s the way it seems to be for everyone. Not for that one status though, this transcended social group and closeness, location, religion, gender, a whole smorgasbord of different people clicked that little button…

And that’s shit, seriously fucking shit. Why is it that something so simple, something that should be common sense, stands out so much? Then I realised that there were three things that people talked about on that site: me me me me me, everyone else is a cunt and they’re doing things wrong, and football. They either focus on themselves, the negative aspects of other people, or 22 wankers kicking a ball around. I’m as guilty of it as they are, I’m doing it right fucking now after all. Christ, it was by moaning that I was bored that resulted in me getting asked out for a smoke last night. Something stupid like that shouldn’t need to be pointed out, it shouldn’t be noticeable by the absence of anyone else saying anything like it. Maybe it’s an indication of how shit life is for a lot of people right now, fuck knows. I had a train of thought and now I’m too scunnered to keep going with it.

Have a good weekend troops.