Rant of the Profoundly Bored
Title says it all. I'm bored and have decided to lament about things I can't control.
I hate how you are required to make small talk even when someone is profoundly uninteresting. When I say "Why yes Mr. Whiskers is very photogenic... Oh course I would like to see more pictures," what I really want to say is "I am disturbed by the fact that you and your cat have matching outfits. And no I do not believe that you can legally wed a pet. Please step outside my personal bubble." Perhaps it is my own fault for being so conditioned by society, that I cannot make myself be rude. If you have every read Walden Two there is this great little bit about the ablilty to do just that.
It would be nice have my own commune, free from the downward spiral created by the closed-minded, old guards that "protect" us from harm. "Say it with me... Socialism!"
Hmmm... apparently there many small islands for sale, in relatively affordable price ranges. Perhaps I should start a donation page, I mean it works for this girl that's in credit card debt and my goal is not to solve a problem due to my own reckless spending.
Credit card companies are partially to blame. They do give you these great rates for the first 6 months or what not. They're also targetting a population that is not used to getting a line of credit. I guess the average American is unaware of compund interest, the power of math has tricked us once again!