You’re born live happily until one day it hits ya! Puberty in all its forms, your arms are of different lengths, your nose does not really fit on your face, and if you are male your voice goes from that rather cool bass tone to a falsetto and to top it all this is the time that you truly discover that you can use your “urinal accessories” to some other purposes than pee! Which would be great, if not for the fact that in most cases you are completely and utterly lost in how where when with whom. I’m not even going into something that complicates things like that you could be interested in your own sex etc.
You somehow survive puberty thinking that you have left a lot of problems behind…. You have your university degree or what ever you have accomplished in live, couple of broken relationships live universe and everything; you have your days of being a complete prick and finding the nice guy in you.
God DAM it, then one day you are running a decent department in a nice company, you hire a cameraman to work for you, (he is a hatefully good one too) and on the second day of working with him you ask him if he has a girlfriend, and he goes telling you that he has just started dating this girl, how he knew when he met her that she had a boyfriend but how he had waited until he knew that the boyfriend was away for some couple of months on a trip.... and him being her friend to a flirt.... then when they where both drunk ended up sleeping together……. And how the boyfriend got mad and kicked the girl and he was ready to move in….
I can’t help but fucking laugh, THAT’S MY GIRLFRIEND, oh ok ex-girlfriend, and there I sit smiling wondering how he would look without his teeth, but then again he was not my girlfriend, he never cheated on me, and he doesn’t know a thing…….
Illegal to kill the fucker and probably immature, unprofessional to fire him, wish I could abuse him, frustration morals and all those other things that plaque my euro turdish mind…….
And still I’m not so stupid not to see the Irony and funny side of it, I’m just waiting for him to come to work in some old clothes of mine……
So if you want to kick me flame me or tell me moral stories go the hell ahead, misery loves company, nothing is going to go close to the fact that he is sitting on the other side of this room and I’m paying him for it……
pardon the language.
No excuses made for spelling mistakes in this post since frankly I’m not interested in spelling at the moment!
Point of this post, hell just getting it out, still have 4 more hours of work to do and can’t really scream vocally right now…
Respectfully
The Unbeliever.