Tuesday, August 08, 2006
The 'What are you thinking question?'
The 'What are you thinking?' question is a staple of the magazine feature articles. The ones that come under sections called things like 'Life' and 'Relationships' and are full of sober, well-intentioned and (fatally) reasoned accounts of human interaction. It's the reasonable part that dooms the whole exercise. Anyway, one of the handy safe zones for the men and women (mostly women, sorry to generalise like that) is to fall back on the question and pretend that it is a useful way to define men and women and the way they get on. It's an opportunity for women to despair of the male species and guys to make glib and pretend that they are cyborgs who don't feel or think but only drink beer and scratch themselves.
(by the way I was looking for a picture of a brain to go with this and made the mistake of googling images of brains before lunch. Now I'm not hungry)
Now I don't know what other people are thinking but personally my brain is just a sea of constant obscenities with the occasional idea drowning somewhere in the torrent (whoa, I am getting major deja vu right now, what will happen if I keep typing?).
Yeah fucking tool see if i don't give you a good pounding you no good cocksucker motherfucker I'll eat you and your family you dumb little bastard you fat fucker you whore of babylon i'm the daddy and you can just...
And so on. I don't know who it's directed at or where it all comes from but I do notice that it's worst when I walk around Dublin. Maybe I just like the rhythm of the words or it's thoughts that don't require any effort to produce. It's a kind of white noise. (It's weird to think that there are people who don't know what a fuzzy television screen looks like, or remember tvs that took minutes to warm up or can recall having only 4 stations and they all had closing down times where the screen was just blank or showed that little girl with the doll playing noughts and crosses.)
The mind cursing was especially strong today. But I can explain it, I was browsing recruitment websites for temp jobs. It is essentially the same place I was at 15 months ago when I ducked out and applied for my postgrad. So here I am again, cursing.
google jobs dublin who's this bastard i'll just click here you asshole where do i send my bloody cv? oh no you cocks, i have to register first, you jerks i don't want to click through 3 screens outlining my fucking aspirations i just want one of those stupid office drone jobs that i always find when i'm skint and broke like today. no i don't give a shit if you're equal opportunities employer and i don't know what the hell all this white irish european stuff is and what in the name of lucifer is all this Southern Ireland crap you stupid motherfucking Uk site, it's just ireland you dumb bastards...
And that's my morning. Thank god no one reads this.
I have an introductory meeting with a recruitment consultant tomorrow morning. 10.30am is my moment to shine.
(by the way I was looking for a picture of a brain to go with this and made the mistake of googling images of brains before lunch. Now I'm not hungry)
Now I don't know what other people are thinking but personally my brain is just a sea of constant obscenities with the occasional idea drowning somewhere in the torrent (whoa, I am getting major deja vu right now, what will happen if I keep typing?).
Yeah fucking tool see if i don't give you a good pounding you no good cocksucker motherfucker I'll eat you and your family you dumb little bastard you fat fucker you whore of babylon i'm the daddy and you can just...
And so on. I don't know who it's directed at or where it all comes from but I do notice that it's worst when I walk around Dublin. Maybe I just like the rhythm of the words or it's thoughts that don't require any effort to produce. It's a kind of white noise. (It's weird to think that there are people who don't know what a fuzzy television screen looks like, or remember tvs that took minutes to warm up or can recall having only 4 stations and they all had closing down times where the screen was just blank or showed that little girl with the doll playing noughts and crosses.)
The mind cursing was especially strong today. But I can explain it, I was browsing recruitment websites for temp jobs. It is essentially the same place I was at 15 months ago when I ducked out and applied for my postgrad. So here I am again, cursing.
google jobs dublin who's this bastard i'll just click here you asshole where do i send my bloody cv? oh no you cocks, i have to register first, you jerks i don't want to click through 3 screens outlining my fucking aspirations i just want one of those stupid office drone jobs that i always find when i'm skint and broke like today. no i don't give a shit if you're equal opportunities employer and i don't know what the hell all this white irish european stuff is and what in the name of lucifer is all this Southern Ireland crap you stupid motherfucking Uk site, it's just ireland you dumb bastards...
And that's my morning. Thank god no one reads this.
I have an introductory meeting with a recruitment consultant tomorrow morning. 10.30am is my moment to shine.
