Pushing buttons.

I am a feather in the wind. I am a feather in the wind. I just keep telling myself that.

I’ve been a non-teacher for nearly six months now, and I really do miss working the classroom. I miss the students, and answering their silly questions. Now, here in cubicle-ville, I’ve got the warm comfort only tranquil routine can bring. No complaints, aside from the daily commute, particularly the everyday exposure to the symphony of smells that is the MRT.

I’m fast approaching my first weekend as a sober person, and I don’t know if I could make it through. I still get numerous invites to get hammered, and one of these days, my will power is going to falter.

Staying sober is but one of many things I plan to accomplish.

I’d like to speak frankly right now towards another person who I’m not particularly fond of. See, this person and I had a falling out recently, and it was nasty. But suddenly, the said person somehow develops the utter gall to come out and approach me (through the wonders of text messaging) to fix things. I can’ t really divulge the details of our little falling out, but people in the know know that this person tried in earnest to fuck up my life by spreading nasty rumors about me. The person learned a lesson or two about friendship, as my friends, the vast majority of them at least, recognize who truly was the victim in this scenario.

And you, evil person, should also learn a lesson about pride and responsibility. You fucked up, you fix things. That is how the world works, or at least the ideal one where people actually care about others. I’m not going to beg you to admit that you’re wrong, I understand enough about your warped perception of reality to actually expect that, but please don’t try to pass yourself off as the mature, responsible adult by trying to mend fences with half-assed attempts. Your boy don’t play that.   

I’m not self-destructive anymore. So that means people like you no longer have a place in my life.

And on that note, I’d like to announce that I’m looking for Eraserheads bootlegs. Heard there were awesome ones floating around cyberspace. Hook me up, please. Also, guys, don’t use the comments and testimonials section to post ads. It’s just plain rude.
   

One Response to “Pushing buttons.”

  1. Jeff Says:

    Wait… You gave up drinking?!? Jeez… That’s like Batman selling the Batmobile or Superman wearing kryptonite around his neck calling it BLING.

    Seriously, you gave up drinking?!?

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