boringness and Some nihilism
E Stuck, Stranded, shipwrecked and any similar world you could thing of. I've been more than 30 days waiting my job to start and the countdown keeps going on. But more than a countdown is some kind of sadistic count up, making me feel like unemployed but without the option to search for a new job (it's supposed that I already have a damn one).
This is getting on my nerves, and that's compelling me to do such strange things as writing this on my journal. Or even worst, making me confident enough (crazy enough) to write to a nice girl in this site and thinking that I had an option to have a coffee with her. ('rofl' for me.)
Just a damn coffee.
Ok, all we know that at the end of that path there is always 'sex' waiting. But for fuck's sake, I was happy thinking about my damn coffe. And thinking about it, sex is not anything bad to thing about. Damn cultural conditioning, and damn testosterone than make us think about sex nearly four quarters of or damn life.
I wish that existed something called the "Vulcanian Pill":
<<No more Feelings, no more Emotions, no more Desires.
Take a Vulcanian Pill and you will be able to thing by
yourself again.>>
No more losing energy thinking, planing, reading, watching, whatever about sex, and more focusing in the important questions of the universe, life and everything. Like "42 is the right answer", or "what the Schroedinger's cat Things about STIs undefined nature?"
Do not mind, I'm talking nonsense. Starting this with a job and finishing stars That Never talking about sex and the unreliable nature of Some physician's cat.
[the cat is mine and I fuck when I want] somebody
dixit, Schroedinger Probably. I'm going to
tack this somewhere tomorrow, lol.
cu soon ....
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