The Dude Abides

What do you get when you cross a weekend of basketball tourneys, a bit of insomnia, two weeks of depression, and finally two weeks worth of thousand word posts?  You get fucking tired.  You get worn out.  You become exhausted.  Hello readers and welcome back to this website, better known as Education Central.  Glad to have me back?  I’m sure you are, because you’re loving what you’re reading so far.  Anyways, I shall continue with this bound to be awesome post.  Here you go, lap it up.

I have recently come to the conclusion that perhaps a slight vacation is in order, quite soon.  I need to go somewhere, anywhere, just away.  I want to get away from all of this.  Away from the stress, the depression, the hurt.  I want to get away from the sleepless nights, the constant thinking, the always present wondering.  I just want to be gone from it all.  Damn near anywhere would work.  Even if it’s just for a day, I’d at least have that.  I’m so tired of wanting something I can’t have.  I’m tired of being in love with somebody I, against my heart’s deepest wishes, apparently can never be with.  And, more recently, I’m tired of starting damn near every sentence with I.

It doesn’t seem like a big deal when you do it, staying up till the ass crack of dawn.  You become accustomed to it.  It is you, and you don’t notice that you’re pretty much fucking nocturnal.  It’s weird, how your body is so quick to adjust, but how fucking hard it is to re-adjust.  I can’t go to bed before 2 in the morning, and that blows so much balls.  Well, after three days of constant exertion on the basketball court, I’m done being nocturnal.  It is just too much on me, and I wish no more.

You know, not sleeping isn’t the only thing preventing me from…not sleeping.  Cranking out millinieum length posts night after night takes a toll on you after a while.  Perhaps not on you the reader, but on my end, it’s a bit more work.  It takes a lot to be as awesome as me.  Lot of people can’t make the cut, and it’s understandable, they’re fucking stupid.  Again, you don’t realize it.  I was so caught up in my emotions.  I needed somewhere to vent, to tell her (indirectly) how I really felt, that I didn’t realize how fucking tired and spent I truly was.  Two weeks later, it all hit me at once.  I am beaten down.  This will probably be my last post for a couple of days.  I’m running out of things to write about.  It’s true, I could probably continue writing my sob story about the girl I love and the same girl I lost.  That idea, however, is damn near been tapped.  I’ve said just about all there is to say.  I know that I still love her ridiculously, and I know that I’m going to continue to hurt as long as I do.  But, I don’t want to keep writing the same awful shit over and over again.  I need to wait for something to write about, otherwise my posts are just going to go back to shit.  Don’t think I haven’t noticed my recent redundancy, and the starting of my writing to go downhill.  I have just began to force the issue.  I have to face facts.  I just don’t have the energy to keep posting these night in and night out.  So, I regret to inform you, and I’m sure it’s to your dismay, that you may have to wait a couple of days in between my life lessons.  Tough shit, get over it.

I will, however, leave you with one final rant before I am off to nothingness for a few days.  It is pretty piss poor, and is evidence of my growing lack of ability and ideas.  Now, put your damn kids to bed, or at least get them to shut the fuck up, get a cup o’ tea, and get ready to be informed.  It’s the last time for a while, so listen up really good, because you don’t know when the next one shall be.  Basically, this lesson right here may have to last you a month or two.  Do you begin to see where I find my writing becoming redundant?  Here we go.

The topic at hand is…there is no term for it.  It’s just a trend I’ve began to notice, and it pisses me off.  People today have started to become so fucking generic.  They are nothing more than carbon copies of everybody else.  Think about it, what is the typical person in to?  I’ll give you an outline, teen-wise.

Music-shit-also seen commonly listed as this: Rock, rap, country, just ’bout anything…Really?  You apparently have the exact same taste as twelve million other assholes.  Rock-Nickelback, Hinder, any of that emo shit, any of that punk shit…nobody ever thinks for themselves…It is all the same fucking shit, and it disgusts me.

Television-also shit-commonly seen as MTV, the hills, cmt, gac, family guy, south park, any other reality tv.  Again, really?  MTV pretty much sums up how fucking stupid you people are.  If that is your favorite channel, there really is no hope for our generation.  Granted, I do like Family Guy, but let’s be reasonable.

Movies-mainly shit-aka Will Ferrell movies…An actor who can’t play anything other than that same character he’s been playing since Old School.  Enough said.

Books-uhh I don’t read books are stuuuuuuuuuuuuuuupid!!!  Yay partay!

My solutions-awesome-better known as THINK FOR YOUR OWN FUCKING SELVES.  Instead of that commercialized garbage, put on a record.  Blues, jazz, good R&B (Al Green perhaps), and above all listen to some real rock.  Classic rock, better known as the best fucking genre ever.  All of that is real music, not that shit the producers give to you, which you fucking swallow like a naughty girl giving head.

Television-Kill MTV.  Or at least just go back to showing music videos.  But really, instead of that fuck awful reality show that’s really staged, how about turning on the History Channel?  Maybe drop in on the Discovery Channel and see something that might actually make you think.  People underestimate the value of a good documentary.

Movies-Challenge yourself.  Stop watching the same movie with the same lame fucking actor.  Go rent a foreign film.  For action, check out Leon the Professional.  Find out what the classics are, and watch them.  If you’re really in to comedy, check out the Marx Brothers.  Duck Soup, made in the 1930s, is one of the funniest movies ever.  Hardly anybody I know has even heard of it, but they love them some Disaster Movie.  Oh, and stop with your Dane Cook bullshit.  He’s not bad, but there is so much better stand up out there.  Eddie Murphy-Raw and Delirious both are fucking awesome.  Any Richard Pryor.  Zach Galiafinaks, Bill Burr, Christopher Titus, Bob Saget.  Good comedy, something other than a guy prouncing words with a bit more emphasis than normal and a messy hairstyle.  Ugh, you people make me sick to my stomach.

Books-Fucking read one, or two, or even a bunch.  I hate people who don’t read.  You’re wasting valuable resources when you don’t.  Fuck, even a graphic novel is better than nothing.  Culture yourself.  Don’t be afraid to read a comic or two, they’re pretty fucking good.  Also, my blog is a good read.  Oh yes, I just plugged my blog inside of my blog.  Pretty fucking ingenius, huh?

My main point in all this is to stop being fucking robots.  Do you know why I hate people?  They’re all the same.  They’re all ignorant.  I don’t claim to be the most cultured mind ever, but I can at least think for myself.  Please, at least attempt to be yourself, otherwise our country has the bleakest future ever.  In the event that yourself falls into the categories I marked as shit, please do us all the favor of going away.  In reality, you’re a douche.  You’re materialistic and not real, probably like those enormous tits on you.  Now fuck off, I believe the painters that do your make up want to put another coat on.  You people disgust me, and I fucking hate you.  You’re welcome.

That shall do it for me for a bit.  As I previously said, I am taking a bit of time off.  I fucking earned it.  Oh, a minor change will be added to the end, but you’ll find that out soon enough.  Just giving you a heads up, so you assholes don’t question my continuity.

Now, I’ll be back when I damn well please.  Probably two days from now, because you can’t go too long without me.  Until next time America.  Take it easy.

The Dude

P.S.  I’m still in love with you.