This is how tragic my life has become: I have promised
myself that if I write one FerryEgg post- i.e. this very one right here, right
now- then I am permitted to watch tonight’s episode of X Factor.
Somehow this
saddening equation has neither disturbed my sense of perspective nor made much
of an indentation on my social conscience. How is that ok?! Technically, I am
bribing myself with watching a cheesy, potentially soul destroying show on the
condition that I write approximately 450 words of verbal and mental diarrhea.
I definitely need to go and work in a soup kitchen for at least month to make this alright.
I guess we all need to get a bit of perspective from time to
time; for example- and I know this has been complaint number one on all Facebook
status’ (stati?) and that I’m jumping on the largest bandwagon in all this y’ere
town… But, seriously. The MASSIVE and
sardine-esque queues for the new I-phone 5.
IT IS A TELEPHONE PEOPLE. CHILL
YOUR BEANS!
It will do exactly the same as every other blinking I-phone…
Get its screen smashed and probably get stolen.
What I want to know is A) Does it have the text app? B) Does
it have the call app? C) Does it have the time app? Because my Nokia 3310 has
all of them. And snake. SO THERE.
Thus, in order to regain a moral equilibrium and to redress the imbalance in the force, (THAT’S RIGHT
I AM QUOTING STARWARS AND I AM OK WITH THAT) I have decided to be extra
specially good and nice (two really crap words to use in an English essay) to the
people that I meet this week to make up for my pathetic mental bribery.
- I am going to GRIN at people on the tube.
- I am not going to rush and knock into people.
- I am going to hug people. (Not inappropriately. I know there is a time and a place… Sort of…)
- I am going to laugh at jokes I don’t find funny.
- I am going to give food not money to homeless people.
WARNING: If you see me coming towards you slowly, arms open,
teeth bared, cackling and possibly wielding a Pret baguette, please bear in
mind that I am trying to do a good deed and let me on my way.
It is for the
best. Believe me.
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