The Importance of Being Idle

Rise of the Silver Surfer!

Well I've just watched Fantastic Four; Rise of the Silver Surfer, and god help me I loved it as much as the first one. I know lots of people who don't really like comic books (but think they do) hate the FF movies for being "fun", but dammit that's what the FF is supposed to be like! And this one is all that AND the Silver Surfer. 'Nuff said!
So last night I went to the place it was so important that I went, even though I felt sick, and was thoroughly annoyed by the whole thing. Well, the whole thing isn't true, it was more one person who annoyed the shite out of me, and that's because they wouldn't shut up and watch the movie that everybody else was watching. And of course on top of that I felt sick, and ultimately was. So I had to leave early and... bah, I'm just sick of it. Sick of being the sick one, the person who can't participate. There is (as usual) a party tonight, in a club, that I can't go to (hence watching the Surfer). Shaz has (as usual) gone without me, and I hate that too. I hate it. I hate it all.
Which of course, in a round about sort of way, might be why I'm so sick; I seem to have lost touch with the simple things, that little bit of Buddhism that used to keep me on the straight and narrow. All I do these days is be ill, annoyed, complain about being ill and annoyed and then buy things that I KNOW won't make me happier. A fine example of this is my new Transformers action figures. Are they fine toys? Yes they are indeed. Have they made me happy? Only for the few minutes it took to purchase them. Once that's done, once they are acquired, for all their skill and fun and relative beauty, they are just simple lumps of plastic which bring nothing of real worth to my life.
I am so lost; I wish I had a map so I could get back to myself.

posted by BadMonkey @ 11:12 PM