My Thoughts

My Thoughts On Nothing

WARNING:

This rant will be totally annoying and may possibly end you up in a mental institute. Some things written may be taken as offensive, but were not intentionally written as such. The following rant nor it's author or the author's friends or acquaintances can be held responsible for any mental health issues or an acquired taste for loud rock music to it's readers. Readers may begin to realize the pain of others has become funny to them. Readers may comment as they like, as long as any comments are not offensive to the author, the author's friends or acquaintances. Viewer's drowning in hate for these people is predicted.

I've been thinking, and I realised something; most of the time when I think, I get nothing out of it. My thoughts start normal, and by the end I'm thinking up different reasons for why a chicken would cross the road, other than the obvious response in the joke. I can be trying to focus in math class and five minutes later I'll be thinking about some sad dog movie I watched the other day. I'm so weird, but I know I'm not the only one. It happens to most everyone. But here are some reasons why it happens to me:

1. I am VERY easily bored. Unless your butt's on fire, there's a monkey dancing on your head, your house has been overrun by chickens (I had a really messed up dream, and now I'm pretty sure chickens are evil. Look at their beady little eyes!), or you dye yourself orange, I will not be impressed. You don't have to go to such extremes to entertain me, mind you, but I'm saying that if it's boring (like a Math lesson, a Geography lesson, a Science lesson, etc...) chances are that the body's there, but Hamie has long since left the building.

2. Imagine you're me. Surrounded by complete airheads, wanting to have a random/cool/nerdy/funny conversation and instead being forced to talk about hot celebrities. What would you do in my shoes? Probably find some cooler friends. What would I do? I'd probably ignore them to the point where they have to walk away frustrated while I sit there wondering if cats really do have nine lives. I really hate lame-ass conversations.

3. If you don't like something I'm obsessed/in love with, and you go about saying how totally lame it is and how much you despise it with every ounce of your being, how do you think the conversation's going? I know for a fact that instead of listening to you, I'm thinking up creative ways of slaughtering you and your family.

4. Lastly, there is a reason I write this rant page. I'm very easily distracted, and I love knowing things. So if you're not doing to great a job entertaining me, and I notice something else, I will literally walk away and find out what it is. I'm ADHD as fuck, people. It's bound to happen.

And I know that most people can have the same problems, or at least some of them, so it's nothing special. I just felt like sharing with you what kind of mindset I have. I really don't have anything else to say, so...

Tooda-loo!

~Hamie ♥