3/21/06
A few times on Sunday and once on Monday my father called me saying Mom wanted me to do something for her. I call her, ask "Where's the fire" and supposedly she wants me to pull a credit report because a potential employer is going to charge her $15. The way my dad was calling and hanging up on my voicemail sometimes made it seem like it was dreadfully important.

Listen, the company I work for doesn't handle credit reports. If we did, half the people who are applying would be turned down for our brand of usury. We're the people that folks go to when they don't have a bank or credit union in their neighborhood.

Mom said okay, explained her situation and that was that.

THANKS FOR GIVING ME SOME AGITA THERE

Already I'm stressed out because raddidge recently had some bad news and her place of work is a battleground because her employer is a piece of shit cunt. Let's not forget that Brian has his own situation but I'm not too worried about him. He's been living like this for god knows how long. Plus Jaybird's situation is looking up.

So my gut instinct is wanting to help out everyone but realistically I can't do fucking shit. Just makes me want to scream.

So that's one of the many reasons why I do not answer my telephone. Besides being a misanthrope.

Peace and quiet are the two things I want most in life. I don't want to hear someone angrily washing the dishes. I don't want to hear people walking around above me. Just want to find a little place that's far, far away from the rest of the world and live out my days doing absolutely nothing but enjoying the solitude and peace and quiet. Solitude would be relatively distressing since I would need raddidge's company and Spot's company or some other critter who happens to make my acquaintance and keeps coming back for more.

Mostly I want to be a hermit because I know I'm not going to accomplish anything in this life. Why maintain friendships and acquaintances or involve myself in society as a whole when I'm a mere spectator. The Ghost of Christmas Present is seated before me at a vast banquet and I won't even steal a morsel because I wasn't invited to partake. Sure sometimes this urge to separate myself from the world at large has been a childish "How do you like them apples" but moreso it's to cover up my personal failure. I've come to realize that no one cares. A global statement that no one on this planet cares about anything beyond themselves. No, Earth isn't populated by Randian objectivists but the fact remains part of human nature.