Thursday, September 29, 2005

wishing my karma could run over your dogma

... 5 p.m. creeping furtively out of the office (programme ends at 4.30, so shush.) when some co-worker approaches me with a topic-less question. Instead of saying I don't know I stupidly play along. Conversation drags for a couple of steps until he suddenly asks me (I obviously did not cooperate) if I am somehow connected to some aliens through the wires hanging all over me. I blink with an idiotic look on my face (otherwise quite expressive, as i've been told) and then it hits me: the earphones of my music-producing reality-switching off device hung loosely from under my collar. Don't get angry, he is just joking (good old guardian angie).. Sure he is.. poke! (there he is, the red counterpart, steaming hot on the other shoulder ) No he isn't joking, he could not recognize a joke if you slapped him in the face with a shitload of clowns and what was funny about it when you were 14 and dad made you take private English lessons all summer with this dry gherkin, who is now patronizing you and thinking that was oh so spiritual.

Ok, my all day-long cultivated peace and wellaxation is bloody gone, what can you do? Yes, some repeated listening of Schottische Fran Havero, curtesy of Loreena, when I get hijacked by another co-worker (and unfortunate neighbour). The kind of girl who cares a lot. About herself. Did I tell how fun it was on vacation at....? no, i am sure you will. she did. with extensive details. How's your mom? Annoying me. At least at her I can yell. And your dad? You work in the same department with him and you're asking me? I see him 20 minutes per day.

I should say something... how's your... ..... cat? Of all the bad ideas!...... 10 minutes of cat photos (from her cell phone) and i don't even like cats. :-| ... and my fiance this and that and our vacation and ...darn . i feel my energies leaking down the drain as my temperature rises at a steady pace and I can't stop this... the peak of the moment: i get to blow some steam at home. And now my house is a bloody sauna.

I honest to god want not to keep sending bad messages, but people are so plain stupid and annoying they are begging for it. They finally get it... but my karma is all like Swiss cheese now and cold wind blows through the holes. And it's all the cat's fault. :(

7 comments:

  1. chchc... a fi deprimat o fi probabil contagios. sau e doar schtress

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  2. nea lektor, cred. sa infirme el, daca nu.

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  3. Infirm! Azi sint maniac :-) Dar cred ca supararile zeenyei tin mai mult de transformarea deplina in adult, iar la mine de transformarea intr-un batrin acru.

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  4. Your karma does run over ur dogma, si inca cum... asa m-ai fermecat pe mine, cel putin :-)

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  5. ei las' ca trece, viatza e frumoasa si plina de ....... ce vrei tu

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  6. evident, dupa ce vorbeste gura fara mine, regret. dar scripta manent, asa ca aici sa ramana... renuntarea la autoritate si la puterea de delete post, ce sentiment minunat...

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