Thursday, April 16, 2009

The things we say…

Update on my last post. Believe it or not, I forgot to take out the rubbish bin today. I wrote a whole post talking about garbage disposal, and I forgot to do what it was I was writing about. Oh the hilarious predicaments I find myself in…oh well, time to dump trash into my neighbour’s garden again. Take that society!

Okay, moving on. I’ve come to realise that I say things just for the sake of saying something. Just the other day, I walked past KFC and the first thing I said to the person next to me was “Hey there’s KFC, I’m hungry as man”. First thing I gotta point out is that I knew the person next to me, it wasn’t some stranger. I don’t walk up to random people and go “Hey man, I’m hungry. Do you have some chicken!??” Anyway, the point is that I wasn’t really hungry. I ate just half an hour before that. I said I was hungry just for the sake of saying something in the small gap of silence I had found myself in.

Asking questions that you already know the answer to. Another way to talk crap just for the sake of talking. “Hey, where’s our next class?” I know where the next class is, I checked my timetable just this morning, and, to my knowledge, rooms don’t know how to teleport. Unless you go to Hogwarts..or you’re stoned. So I ask it anyway. And when the person answers the question that you already know the answer to, and they answer it WRONG, what do you do then? Do you just go "Ohh...yeah...thanks..." and follow what they say knowing that if you correct them you'll reveal that you just asked a quiestion you already knew the answer to and risk them thinking you're some weirdo with no life, or do you confess that you knew all along and say “No, wrong! You a liar, BITCH!!”

Whenever there’s a pause in a conversation indicating a discussion has ended and a new subject must to brought up to keep the talk going, I say things just for the sake of saying them. As you can see, those things I say don’t have much importance..or make sense for that matter. I blurt out things like “What do you think it’ll be like to be attacked by a mafia mermaid with laser beams?”
Sometimes what I say gets misunderstood. Like when I like someone (it could be you! OH…not YOU, jeez, I do have standards), it’s hard for me to get the message across. What I mean to say is that I have feelings for them, but instead what comes out of my mouth is “You’re a skanky slut!”

So the moral of this story is sometimes people mean what they can’t say. You don’t have to say something to mean it. That, and I like to talk shit. This whole post was pretty much just me talking shit. I just posted for the sake of posting because I needed some interweb attention. Man, if this were a conversation there would be an awkward silence right now..…what do you think it’ll be like to be slapped by a jamaican samurai?

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