this, of course, reaffirms "I'm a bad person"
the most depressing thing MIGHT be that if i'd just bellied up to the bar and stayed away from Dr. Tongue Depressor and her $1.50 Tylenol capsule, i'd feel the same, but i'd be $254 richer OR it could be that after a week and a half of general yuck i'm still not well enough to enjoy a shisha on this most beautiful of evenings, BUT what i'd really put my money on, for the most depressing realization, is: being surrounded by moronic subordinates is not as thrilling (¡METEORA!) as i would have guessed. i always figured a wealth of willing and astonishingly stupid minions would be a riot. nope. not even a little bit. it's hard to enjoy a sense of superiority when the person smells like old cantaloupe and is convinced cut&paste using the keyboard is, "too advanced for the likes of me" Current Mood:
saw M two nights ago. excellent cinema. got into an interesting discussion revolving around the question of how to deal with fundamentally insane murders: ¿are they responsible? how should the State deal with them? does the State have a responsibility toward them? in lieu of the rest of the population? very interesting. of course, discussions broke down when my friend admitted to being firmly entrenched in situational ethics. hard to discuss society with such people
first free time in a tree of days