Waste of Time

Here goes then, my first go at blogging.

Everywhere you turn you hear that people are getting attention for blogging their thoughts, and usually it isn't even anything of interest in the first place. So why then, do we bother to read them? Why are you reading this, you don't know me, you don't care what I think. Do you give a toss that I am infuriated by pretty much everything in the world? Of course not, why would you? It doesn't matter to anyone except myself that when people stand still suddenly in front me in shopping centres I feel the need to ram a pencil through their ear. Neither does it matter that automatic doors boil my piss. If you are disabled or have a pushchair, or are closest to the automatic door, then by all means use it. But, if you are closer to a normal door, extend your bloody arm and exert a hell of a lot less than energy than you would use by walking to the self-opening entrance. Oh, and if you have children...lock them in the house so I don't have to kick the little bastards out of the way. If, changing subject slightly, you are driving and approaching a roundabout where nothing is coming, don't stop! It's quite simple, and just in case you do forget, I will be the one grinding your teeth against the pavement once you've finally made it over the trickiness of a curved road, you moronic turd. Another thing, only because it has just been on the telly, if you are aware of 'Hallelujah' by Alexandra from the X-Factor, please explain something for me. What is meant by the lyric 'she tied you to a chair, broke your phone and cut your hair, and from your lips she drew an hallelujah'? Sorry, but if you tie me to a chair and break my phone, you will draw from my lips a 'what the fuck', and then I'll find a way to garot you with a shoe lace. So, as none of that mattered anyway, why are you all the way down here, still reading? I'll tell you why, because we need to read and learn and know everything, just in case we miss something, not so that we know more than anyone else, but so we can know as little as everyone else about things that really matter.
This is the end of, quite honestly, a waste of your time.