“How could one fail suddenly to recognize, quintessentially sketched, ill-composed, incomplete, the semblance of our daily existence? These arbitrary groups, these absolutely theoretical collections of people eaten away by lassitude and boredom, just exactly as we know them to be, as the irrefutable accusing image of our heteroclite, dissident, discordant societies.”
Now, I think that articulacy is fantastic, and it pains me when people say things like ‘over-exaggerate’ or ‘well good’. ‘Over-exaggerate’ is a null expression because the very term ‘exaggerate’ means to over-express something, and I wish people would actually say ‘rather good’. ‘Very good’. ‘Quite good’. It fucking grinds on my brain as well when people say “haich” for the letter H. I see the logic, but fuck off. Say it properly.
Anyway, articulacy is only good when it is coherent articulacy, not just word vomit. It doesn’t make you look smart and neither does it describe your point. It just makes people want to kick you in the face.
I wanted to kick my autistic flatmate the other day. I’m sorry, but I get angry and he was pissing me off. He can be as autistic as he likes, but that doesn’t mean that he doesn’t annoy me… or creep me out. He tends to stare at me when I walk down the corridor, and often shouts when there’s any kind of commotion in the corridor… or a conversation in the corridor. That I can deal with, I suppose.
No. What pisses me off is his singing. He sings to everything, especially to Queen. He likes ‘We Will Rock You’ and sings to that a lot and yes! Oh yes. He does the drumming to it too. On his desk. He’ll be smacking his desk, or he’ll be singing very badly or he’ll be telling himself trivia about Queen. I understand that he’s got a mental disability, or at least I assume that the PC wankers won’t come down on me for calling it a ‘disability’. When he’s not singing or drumming he’s playing Mario on full blast, and he shouts at the top of his lungs whenever he gets killed by a shell.
Now try writing an essay with that going on and anybody who’s like “Oooh, James, you’re a bastard for getting angry at him,” will be sorely sorry, and will probably have to make their own online blog to vent their own anger. I’m telling you, this blog is well good for relieving stress.
Well good. Twats.