| Entry Forty-One: 27/04/02 |
| Horses are really crap animals, aren't they? I was thinking about this recently, because The Girl I Really Like fell off one. Needless to say, I'd rather she rode the mental_donkey than horses. But I've never liked horses. As a mode of transport, they have long been made obsolete by cars. And bikes. Horses are big and unpredictable, and you are never in full control of them. Sitting on a horse is uncomfortable. And if you ride down the street in one, you look conspicuous. If you fall off one, you are liable to get stamped on. Cars are faster and have radios and CD players. Okay, so cars pollute. What about bikes? Bikes are still better than horses. Bikes look funny when you fall off them, as Jackass has proved. Okay, so motorists try to kill you with their cars because they don't like bikes. How about donkeys? Donkeys are intrinsically funnier than horses, cars or bikes. And donkeys make a better noise, as well. And they kick really, really hard. Oh wait, that's a bad thing. And donkeys are uncomfortable. And slower than horses. Oh, I'm back to where I started. Anyway, horses are crap. |
| Entry Forty-Two: 27/04/02 |
| If we get a good feeling from giving to charity, is it just the lifting of guilt? I feel more guilty after giving to charity, because I'm paranoid that I have a subconscious ulterior motive for doing a good deed. I judge others not by their actions, but on the reasons and motives for their actions, so I'm worried that if I am giving to charity for my own gain, then I'm a hypocrite. |
| Entry Forty-Three: 27/04/02 |
| I wonder what you would get if you took the drum beats from songs and translated them using Morse code to get a message. There's probably been a few occasions where wars have been won or lost because someone had a tune in their head and started drumming on the telegraph that sends the Morse codes. |
| Entry Forty-Four: 27/04/02 |
| Do people have specific species of animals that act strangely towards just them? I do. Flies in England are fairly indifferent towards me, like everyone else. But for some reason, Irish flies worship me like some sort of god. They just didn't leave me alone the last time I was in Ireland. The school cat looks at me ominously. A friend of mine, and The Girl I Really Like were petting this cat. I walked up to it and it frowned at me. Probably didn't impress The Girl I Really Like that cats think I'm evil. |
| Entry Forty-Five: 27/04/02 |
| The cliched advice "Be yourself" is completely wrong, because just about everyone in the entire world, myself included, changes their personality according to who they are with. If a man is with his mates, they always become immature fools. If women are around, they will always try to impress them and try to be cool. Or, in my case, become incredibly shy. The only exception to this rule that I know of is Morlark. He is only governed by what mood he is in. If he can't be bothered, he is just quiet. But when he is in the mood, he is completely madcap, regardless of whoever is around. I find that quite admirable to be unashamed of what people may think in the search for self-amusement. |
| Entry Forty-Six: 27/04/02 |
| I was quite amused to find the name of The Girl I Really Like 's name in the dictionary by complete coincidence. The definition of it is "Female ass or wren". This is funny, not only because the word for an equinal mammal and a type of bird are the same, strangely, but because I'm the mental_donkey, and The Girl I Really Like is a female donkey. It's ironic, that's all. This is quite a crap thought to end a major update with. |
| Entry Forty-Seven: 28/04/02 |
| I've had a problem recently in that I am very jealous of other people. Everyone else seems to get on great with each other with ease, but I try so hard to get on with people that, when they don't speak to me, I become bitter. Maybe I shouldn't be so worried about being popular. |
| Entry Forty-Eight: 28/04/02 |
| Why does everyone tell me to make an effort to get to know someone? No-one makes an effort to get to know me. |
| Entry Forty-Nine: 10/05/02 |
| Is there such a thing as a soul? I'm not sure if I possess one. I don't dance and I am quite indifferent towards music in general. Maybe I'm an attention-seeking weirdo. Your textbook secondary school suicidal. Bullied when younger, never goes out, just stays indoors playing computer games, never accepted socially. This Random Thought is being thought at 4:01 AM Saturday morning on a post-it note. I've just been out to celebrate a friend's birthday. The music was good, but I don't see the point of nodding my head to it like everyone else was, it just looks silly. Does that mean I'm weird, because I don't particularly want to move when listening to music? Dancing is worse, I'd look like a fool. Does this mean that I'm soulless? Is this a punishment from a God that I don't believe in? Maybe it's because you need faith in something in order to have a soul. |
| Entry Fifty: 10/05/02 |
| "Be yourself!" Why should I? The person I am is boring and spiteful. Being myself has never gotten me friends before. Now, I feel guilty for being myself. |
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