Trapped

Trapped in so many senses: trapped in this body, trapped in this time, trapped in this family, trapped in school, trapped by emotion...

One thing I really hate about well-wishers, is that very often, they don't go beyond just that -- they'll sit there and accumulate as many "good-feeling" points as they can, but they wouldn't lift a finger to aid you.

But ones that I find worse, are those who genuinely mean well, and often try to help, but just lack the ability (or intelligence, aptitude, etc). Every time they mess up, they're "sorry", when really, they're just stupid.

Joseph's hierarchy of people:

Smart > Sorry > Stupid

It's worse when the sorry-but-stupid induhviduals are consanguineous relations. You're pretty much cursed to suffer their actions the rest of their lives.

Pissed Mist

I woke up this morning in a miasma of discomfort. Dis-ease, almost. Apparently, during sometime in the 6 hours that I was asleep, the cat decided to claim a towel on the bathroom floor as its own by marking it (with it's putrid urine). That pleasant scent rose into the air, flooding the bathroom, the hallway, and then into my room, waking me up for a pleasant morning.

I'm reminded of an online comic I read a while back.
Also related is this one.

Brand New! (And so can you too!)

I figure most people interested in my life probably aren't interested in my language stuff, so I've decided to start a new blog for it here. Enjoy!