Operation Kill Bus. Support.
Ladies and gents for the past six months I have been bringing home the bacon by becoming a slave to a multi-billion dollar company which has made me realise two things which will perhaps determine the rest of my life; the first, a nine to five job is so not for me, who wants to be doing the same thing day in and day out without working the old noggin?
The second thing I have realised is that certain individuals in bus. Support should die in the ass, if you think that's bad you should have heard me on Tuesday night when I discovered my co-workers royally screwed me over because they are power hungry losers who believe that their work title and status will ultimately make them a more important human being then myself or anyone around them.
After being royally pissed off for a few days I calmed down when I noticed how great the nursing staff and doctors caring for my nonna were yesterday. Not only did I realise their amazing work but I also acknowledged how important their roles in life and society were compared to those certain individuals who brought upon Operation Kill Bus. Support.
All this got me to thinking about what I would ultimately like to do with myself to earn crust, sure I could try being a singer but unlike some of the deludoids on Aussie idol I know I can't sing. The only reason why I took on this role of nine to five in the first place was not to be unemployed and have no money, once I started making the money I decided on a goal for it, look out Europe in ten months I'll be there.
I want to see as much of the world as I can before I make any irrational decisions about my life without knowing what's out there. I want to give back to people, go to uni and learn something after my worldly travels but for now I am stuck between a rock and figuring out a way of commencing Operation Kill Bus. Support.
Butterflies and all
As my friends ad myself get older I have started to realise that the more we date the less and less you meet someone totally amazing who gives you the butterflies in your stomach when you see them, makes you feel light hearted and silly and someone who calls you all those silly little names that make you feel like your young again and this is your first true crush.
Dating has made me forget all about the butterflies and make me realise the feeling of eating the same mediocre dish, you know what to expect, nothing special, and boring but nescary in order to survive, I say nescary cause no one wants to be alone, dating is even compulsory to find someone who will ultimately be a companion if nothing else.
Rediscovering the butterflies was by pure accident for me and the sad thing is I wasn't even the one with the butterflies. All I had to do was turn to someone who is an exceedingly important part of my existence and see their reaction to a message and a phone call and it made me so deliriously happy that I actually started to believe that maybe I've been to harsh a critique on some of the dishes I've reviewed.
No matter how dry and tasteless my next meal seems I am reassured by the same group of optimists that there is indeed a hearty meal to be had if I am patient. There are, supposedly, "…heaps of great single people out there." –whenever I here this I want to be shown one as living proof and not a delirious hope that I may have to settle. I'm getting totally off track here though.
Butterflies, that's what I want, I don't want someone to sweep me off my feet and make me live happily ever after, I just want to meet a nice individual who can give me those warm feelings I used to get when I really liked a descent person, you know you think about them and what they are doing. The 'grown up' version of butterflies is love apparently and I have been there done that but honest to god, I'd rather have a positive experience of butterflies with someone awesome and have it leave me then getting my heart broken, yeah it sounds sappy and romantic and what not but its true.
So everyone who has gotten the butterflies lately should tell me all about it, because I'm starting to think that the butterflies, like youth, eventually leave you.
