Dissatisfaction

Slouched and disillusioned,
Nearly catatonic -

Bright light streaming from an LED screen

Is all that assures me

That I am alive.

For what is life when it is not lived,

Like music when it is not heard.

An Open Letter to People Who Can't Shut Up During a Movie

Hello.

I hope you know that that greeting is as far as my politeness will go in writing this letter. From here on, I won't bother censoring myself with regards to your cinema etiquette - or lack thereof. If you take offense at people saying what's effing wrong with you, then I suggest that you exit this page right now.

Suffering with Benefits

Okay, I'll be the first to be the first to admit that I'm probably as fit as a... Um... I'll leave it to you to think of a comparison apt enough to define me.

Sloth?

Nah, a sloth is naturally hardwired to remain stationary for most of its day/life/existence. I choose to act this way. 

Bart Simpson? 

Well, for the sake of this blog post, let's assume that Bart is in the middle of an existential crisis and needs to focus on achieving self-actualization instead of moving his lazy ass off the couch... Which, if you think about it, happens to be the root of said existential crisis. 

I might not be sure of my identity and purpose in life, but I don't think it's the cause of my current state of unfit.