FAIL.

Tonight brings another score to compound to the mass of epic failures. Isn't it fabulous, when most of what happens occurs as a result of a particular effective branch of Murphy's law which works tirelessly to create opposite outcomes out of whatever intention (or lack of) there might have been. By that logic I should not endeavour to accomplish anything because most (and I'm using that term because I cannot be sure that the term all would hold true) of whatever positive accomplishment I can attribute to my self has been borne out of not trying and a deep focus on being as anti social possible. Because things usually end up pear shaped when I attempt things and I am usually left to ponder on the futility of having bothered at all.

Which leaves me with the conclusion that I should be lazy as fuck and just wait for things to happen, because things usually turn out much better that way. Which, I think, my character will not allow. Because I would like to think that I am the sort of person who needs to be out there doing something and not sit around and wait for a pay out. Which leads me to think that the safest thing I could be doing not to offend people or fuck up is to bludgeon some homeless sap without kin to death whenever boredom or whatever feeling strikes that give rise to an incredible urge to be out there doing something. Which would be bad, because I don't think I'm quite insane enough to escape wrath of the long arm of justice when caught for beating the cap out of some random asshole.

Thus, I am back where I began before this long rambly post began, non the wiser. I mean, I am slightly wiser just that the wisdom may not apply when judgement and good taste come into play. Which renders said wisdom redundant and leaves only this introspection as a (hopefully) source of amusement to you dear reader, because eliciting a smile would be the least this could do.

I really shouldn't try to make things happen, like attempting to force wisdom from a 375 word rant. It just doesn't work like that.