Random Rants XLIII: So Much Whinging Your Head May Explode

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You dream the future: the alarm will ring, and then your internal clock, which has eventually synchronised with the alarm, wakes you up a bit earlier.

Yes, I pulled this out of my sleeve.
 
Apparently that buffer bar means nothing now. Have to use a YouTube downloader.
 
I wasted all of my afternoon trying to win this campaign in Shogun 2. I need to control 25 provinces, and I control 29, but guess what, some bastard broke my lines and took Kyoto away, and now I need to retake it. But at least I'm already the Shogun, and that's so kewl.

Also, this is exhausting and mindnumbing. I'd type a post like this early morning's but it's too early. Why am I who I am, how did I get to be this and why am I not something else, why can't be a true person? I'm just an unanswered question, an inevitable dilemma. A choice that is yet to be made, but is there nevertheless. I'm a world awaiting for the final verdict. My life is of paths not walked, of decisions adjourned. I walk down a path that was made for me, but was it made by me? and back comes the ghost that grabs my self from my inside, that pulls me down and sows in me doubt. I'm but a leaf on a stream, a seagull swimming in petroleum, I see but I my sight can't reach reality, it can't reach what lies behind the dark and thick layer that covers me and my eyes. What is it that I am, that I like, that I love, if there is? Why won't the weight be gone, why the veil lifted, the oil cleaned and my wings wide spread to pull myself out of this mess and at last into the air?
 
I was going to rant that I have glitter over my bed (blasted fancy wrapping paper)

But it just seems a bit too... mundane and ultimately inconsequential, compared to JoanK's existential crises.

So I won't.
 
It is a problem, it is a rant. Everyone has its own. You'll make me feel ashamed for indirectly coercing you into not posting.
 
Also, this is exhausting and mindnumbing. I'd type a post like this early morning's but it's too early. Why am I who I am, how did I get to be this and why am I not something else, why can't be a true person? I'm just an unanswered question, an inevitable dilemma. A choice that is yet to be made, but is there nevertheless. I'm a world awaiting for the final verdict. My life is of paths not walked, of decisions adjourned. I walk down a path that was made for me, but was it made by me? and back comes the ghost that grabs my self from my inside, that pulls me down and sows in me doubt. I'm but a leaf on a stream, a seagull swimming in petroleum, I see but I my sight can't reach reality, it can't reach what lies behind the dark and thick layer that covers me and my eyes. What is it that I am, that I like, that I love, if there is? Why won't the weight be gone, why the veil lifted, the oil cleaned and my wings wide spread to pull myself out of this mess and at last into the air?

Steady! Keep ranting like this for twenty years and you'll turn into a visionary.

You don't want that, now, do you?
 
No. I certainly would love it if I could get that result with 20 weeks of posting like that instead.
 
Why not, what's wrong with these so-called visionaries? Perhaps I am mad, perhaps I've always been mad, perhaps that's why I make those strange posts in the first place!
 
Just opened my whiz bang, duty free, enormous travel pack of Hershey's mixed chocolates (The dedicated peanut butter cup travel packs long since a memory), all fired up to launch into a Mr Goodbar and WTH!!....little miniature things!! I don't want little dainty pieces, I want a proper damn chocolate bar.

Since when was there any obligation to actually write "miniature" on the bag in actual miniature writing?? I can only conclude this is further evidence of excessive regulation of business in the USA. I guarantee if McCain had won this wouldn't happen.
 
Rave: Some of the stunting from the past three years is beginning to be reversed.

Rant: It hurts like hell.
 
Does it matter? Anyways, this Thing, this weight this gloom this darkness over my entrails, it has refused to leave. For two days straight its presence has haunted me, and why it has not vanished has me most worried. is it the nature of my doubts, my doubts themselves or the weight of my deeds and decisions themselves that won't let me live with their secret?
 
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How do you feel when you look at the colour green?
 
Should I feel different than when I'm looking at red? because it's not the case.
 
Because you ask how do I feel when I look at colour green... :confused:
 
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