Friday, June 24, 2011

How do you know you're up yourself?

Evening all, a pleasure as ever. I always enjoy our nighttime adventures into the vast expanse that is idiocy. Tonight, I have prepared something a little special for you to work your minds around. I'm sure you, like me, have judged others for their knowledge of certain areas; their over-indulgence in study of philosophy and their needless obsession with Tom Waits.

You know you're up youself when:
  1. You study arts.
  2. You know enough about music to put other people off discussing it with you.
  3. You've joined a book club.
  4. You own a computer built by Apple.
  5. You drink vast amounts of wine and port (and have considered buying a pipe)
  6. You've used the term 'creative differences' to describe yourself in relation to others around you.
  7. You wear suits to expressly stated casual social occasions.
  8. You've told someone they're "not living in the real world".
  9. You write for a college newspaper (you're a lost cause when you become an editor)
  10. You've thought about buying a smoking jacket (or at least finding out what one is)
  11. You're well traveled and have become an authority on every country you've ever been to, especially while talking to locals.
  12. You watch Frasier and laugh when he gets upset about getting a pinot noir instead of a merlot because the situation references your life
  13. You write mediocre poetry and short stories so you can refer to yourself as a writer
  14. You've joined Labour because the cause 'really speaks to you' when really your true sentiments lie with FF.
  15. You quote Shakespeare at inopportune moments to prove how clever you are when really all you're proving is your memory of Leaving Certificate English.
  16. You wear glasses
  17. You've thought to yourself that you're too good for minimum wage
  18. You've bought an expensive camera with an aim towards becoming a photographer
  19. You try to apply your degree to real life social situations and find that none of it is relevant outside of your chosen field
  20. You consider Joyce lowbrow
Please feel free to mention additions to the list. Hugs for all.

Tuesday, June 7, 2011

Day 29 A Song From My Childhood

I've been thinking a lot about the past lately. Generally for me this is a bad idea: not that I've had a bad past (certainly not in comparison with some) but mostly because I think back and wonder how I survived while being a complete and utter plank. It's weird that thinking back I've realised that at all points in my life I consider myself an authority on subjects without really knowing much about them and consequently finding myself in embarrassing situations.
As a result I don't like to dwell upon the past however current events out of my control have led to such things. A lot of people seem to be leaving my life, or have at least one foot in the door. It feels like summer 2007 again, which to all intents and purposes was not (as expected) the greatest of summers. I finished my Leaving Cert and was moving on to college but more than that I was leaving a place which had been my haven for six years. A lot of people that I had been friends with in school didn't survive the transition for one reason or another. I meet a couple of them now and then and we make forced small talk and reminisce about days gone by but it's not the same. It's weird to think that some of the people I considered my best friends just faded away. I got on fine without them of course so it's not like I'm sitting here mopping about that, it's just sad thinking about it in comparison with things now with people emigrating or planning to emigrate. In 2007 I broke up with a long term girlfriend, we've barely spoken since either, though it's probably for the better.
The song title today should refer to the times and to some people, but not most and certainly not some. It's funny, though quite a few people complained about the boredom of last summer and that everyone had been away on little adventures I don't feel I'm missing out. I've just completed one and am moving on to the next.