Crazy Like A Fox
This is the Gollum-like conversation that I had with myself after re-reading my previous post a couple of days (and many hours of sleep) later. I cleaned up the language a little and fix the sentence structure a bit because this whole thing is to practice my writing but it is almost word for word because sometimes this is the way I think.

Self 1 (yep this was a two person conversation with myself): You are pathetic. You had a bad day. Actually, you had a bad 5 hours. Anyway, you had a bad 5 hours and you resort to crying and bitching about god. (Me imitating myself in a mocking tone) Oh God, you are a dick, you are an asshole you laugh at me blah blah blah. Seriously, you are pathetic.

Self 2: Why do I care how I cursed out God? It's not like I have been a very faithful servant or whatever and most of the time I don't even know whether he exists or not.

Self 1: First of all, you directed that at something. It might of have been God or it might have been fate or whatever, but you bitched and cursed at something. Second of all, its not just that you bitched at God. Its that your day wasn't even that bad. Sure you found out that you owe some money and that you were dropped from an important class because you owed that money. Then you lost your wallet. Thats three bad things that happened to you. There are people dying of AIDS and Cancer....

Self 2: Oh thats an easy way to win this argument. Bring up all the people who have it worse off than me. Thats not fair. How am I supposed to argue with that.

Self 1: Well the fact is there are people who had worse days than you.

Self 2: Fine but they can bitch too. I'm not taking that away from them.

Self 1: But for some reason you thought yourself special enough that you had to bitch at God. You know better than that. You know that if there is a God he doesn't give a fuck what you have to say. You were raised Catholic for God's sakes. Thats one of the main teaching points.

Self 2: Fine. Is that it?

Self 1: You are also pathetic. That whole statement is just you wallowing in your own self pity. Even worse you allowed other people to wallow in it too by posting it online. Be proud of yourself, man. I thought you had moved on from that whole wallowing thing after high school. You are supposed to be the kind of guy who takes the shit that gets thrown at him and moves on. Don't stand there tasting it and describing to yourself how shitty it is. At least not while sober. You should have shrugged it off and enjoyed the weekend. That turned out pretty good after all.

Self 2: Well I did shrug it off eventually. I did enjoy the weekend.

Self 1: But you still wrote this post. And people still saw it. And you and I are too proud to just take it down.

Self 2: Doesn't matter. I'm pretty sure at least one person has seen it already anyway. But am I not allowed to pity myself a little bit? That was the second time I lost my wallet in less than a year. Last time it was because I was stupid enough to take it in with me to the Ataris/Further concert. That was stupid.

Self 1: I'll give you that. We are stupid. So stupid that we eventually found the wallet this weekend at the most obvious place. But you didn't even think about that place before writing your stupid little rant.

Self 2: First of all, it was not the most obvious place. We have lost out wallet only to find it in the opposite butt-cheek pocket. Other than that you are right. That was pretty pathetic.

END

Just wanted to share that with you so that you could know that I think that last post was as pathetic as you probably do. The only thing I have to figure out now is: which one is the evil one?

Until Next Post, Same Pathetic-time, Same Pathetic-Website
I did finally get my Thursday album along with that copy of the new Reggie and the Full Effect album I ordered. I will review those next time I write. Probably.