I Ran Tonight And A Man In A Suit Looked At Me Funny.
I like running whilst everyone is coming home from work. Most of those I encounter look defeated even though the easy relief of gin o’clock is only around the corner.
And then they see me running at them. Panting all angry. With my new skin-cunt Chelsea fan hairdo, full of all sorts of bad confusion.
In truth I am envious of them and their stable lives. At some point they successfully answered the million dollar question that everyone lies to.
“Where do you see yourself in 5 years time?”
They didn’t say ‘President of Britain! I’ll make General Washington look like Ed FUCKING Milliband’ as that would result in arrest.
They said “I will be whatever you want me to be! I’LL DO ANYTHING”. But with a bit more diplomacy.
I can understand why alcoholism is such a hidden scourge in Britain. People have to lie all the time to crank out an existence.
The only truthful answer to the “5 years time” question is “I DON’T FUCKING KNOW. IF I COULD SEE THROUGH TIME I WOULDN’T BE HERE BEGGING FOR A LOW-LEVEL FUCKING JOB WOULD I? I’D BE PREDICTING THE LOTTERY RESULTS EVERY WEEK.”
I don’t really know what I’m trying to say here. Other than it it’s a miracle that 100% of the UK population aren’t alcoholics. Everyone seems to lead a life of quiet desperation and for what?
OK the real reason I’m posting is that some man in a suit gave me a dirty look whilst I was out running and I felt dirty for spending today watching “Young, Welsh and Pretty Skint” and scratching myself. I was meant to be doing something more productive but the alternative was even more depressing.
So fuck you MAN IN SUIT WITH THE DIRTY LOOK. I AM HUMAN TOO. HERE’S ED MILLIBAND JOGGING AGAIN YOU CUNT.