Runcible Blog


I think some people in my family give themselves too much credit. I mean, if I decide to go out and not tell anyone where I'm going, it's not out of revenge for something from my childhood. And I don't get tattoos or piercings to spite my family. Get over yourselves, people! I'm sure you'd like to think that you have a profound effect on the way I think and feel, but.... you don't! So please, turn down the melodrama.

I guess the latest episode of much ado about nothing is setting up the christmas tree. News flash, folks: I can't remember the last time I cared about christmas decorations, trees, and ornaments. You can do it without me; I won't be offended. promise.

And on another note, if I happen to be talking to someone, it doesn't mean that I desperately need their advice on anything. If I wanted advice I'd probably say something like, "what should I do about X?". Otherwise, it's just talking. Again, get over yourselves. Realize that I will survive with or without your infinite wisdom.

"The Holidays" are so great. More than usual, all sorts of people who don't really know me pretend that they do while simultaneously not paying attention to anything I say. awesome!

I didn't know that questions like "how's work?" or "what's new?" or "what happened with your court appearance?" were just figures of speech these days. Apparently, some people love asking questions but hate waiting for the answers and just tune them out anyway. Maybe that's just a family thing.

(this post is intentionally ambiguous so as not to directly offend anyone. besides, anyone reading it who falls into that category I'm venting about would probably say, "oh, he must be talking about so-and-so. certainly not about me." haha!)