happy on sundays

We’re a sad bunch of fuckers. Bred on such deluded viewing like Friends and the Secret Life of Us. When really we’re all just sitting on the peripheral, living on the edge of those groups of friends, not taking up much space. Living a vapid existence, ready to supplement our unfulfilled lives with whatever the cool people are able to offer. Secretly jealous of those posses of people that have parties, camping trips and ten years of stories to tell which make you realize you’ll never get to be a part of those fables. Being considered aloof or crazy, rather than anyone realizing that you have been just sitting on a viewing platform looking into everyone else’s exciting life. Better to exclude yourself now. You don’t want anyone to know that you aren’t that cool. Self preservation. It’s the easier option. Sure you have some stories, an enviable collection of music, holiday snaps, affairs and drunken bonding sessions. More often than not you’ve lamented over them. But you don’t let anyone know that they were all attempts to be one of the posse. And when you get a little bit older you just say that you’re too old for all of that vacuous shit anyway. You know that Saturday night will come around, and if all of your ‘friends’ are like you, it may be spent watching DVDs you bought at Kmart for 8 bucks, drinking beer on your own and deciding that you really are tired and its best to call it a night at 10pm. Why not, because that means you’ll have all of Sunday to do the washing, prepare some meals you can freeze and spend the rest of the day wondering what barbeque is happening this afternoon – to which you won’t be invited. Turning your mobile phone off to stop yourself texting those cool people, knowing they didn’t contact you for some party Saturday night, why would they text you know. But turning it on again within the hour, because someone may have wanted to invite you down the coast, or to some brunch or beers in the park. You know you secretly crave that group of friends you watched on TV, spontaneity. It isn’t going to happen. It hasn’t happened in the last ten years, why would it now? Or you could write some bullshit. Get it out of your system. Create an anonymous account. Add your ramblings to some blog and hope that there are more of you out there. But don’t reveal who you are, someone might think you’re not cool.

happy on sundays

darkhappy

Joined January 2008

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