Miserable people

Ever come back to work from a long vacation only to find that your desk is piled high with paperwork?

That's how I feel right now, I have quite a few things I want to write about but I'm not sure where to begin.

At the same time I feel like none of it would be very interesting or worth reading.

When I first started writing I never worried or cared about what my content would be but now people seem to be so happy that I'm back that I don't want to let anyone down.

Well ok, there's people who will write strange comments on a blog no matter what it's about, thanks Ahmed...keep working on that English buddy, you are doing great!
(Check out the comments on my last post if you're curious)

Ah here's what I can write about.

I have decided that I'm going to take a more positive stance in life. Yes I have, and I decided this after one night spent at a bar which I'm a regular of sorts. I had a conversation with a friend, a good friend about how bands have 1 really great album/cd/(what do we call them now that we get music mostly in mp3 format?), make tonnes of money and then everything they do after that is not as good and/or comeplete garbage. I feel this way about The Killers....Hot Fuss changed my life and everything else they've put out since has just made me shake my head in sadness.

I came up with some great bands/artists and my good friend kept saying no. He was very set in his opinion even though I kept throwing names out which I thought met the criteria.

Lets take The Beastie Boys for example. Pollywog Stew their first real release sucked, I think, but I don't like punk, well I like some punk...but then they came out with Licensed to Ill which was completely awesome. Set aside Paul's Boutique and that other one, Ill Communication was also very good, and then of course Hello Nasty, because who didn't like Intergalactic? Intergalactic was everything that was needed in the post grunge late 1990's.

And who could argue that The Red Hot Chili Peppers are still awesome?

All that aside, we talked to some other people and there was this guy who didn't have one good thing to say about anything. He was all complaining about something and the conversation just made me want to give up on life.

It was terrible, I haven't felt so low in a long time. I don't want to be that person.

After that night, I think I realized how just depressing it was to be around people who have nothing good to say about anything.

Then again, even when I'm down about stuff I always try and see the bright side or be optimistic about the possible outcome of a situation and that isn't particularly helpful either, and sometimes other people don't want to hear it.

You can't be too negative or you will just attract like minded miserable fuckers, and you con't be too positive or you will attract all the Suzy Sunshines and then what do you talk about? How fantastic everything is?

And just to point out the miserable fuckers really don't seem to like it when you get all Suzy Sunshine on them, but what are you supposed to do when you have a pretty great day and then get confronted with a miserable fucker?

On one hand they don't seem to want cheering up and when you're in a great mood you don't necessarily want to talk to suicide walking.

So I guess misery liking company is true but what does that make happiness? It lies within? Strange huh?

I feel like I just mind fucked myself.

And just because I can, check out this video, it's fun :)