Imagine the shittiest weekend you've ever had...
... and now it's Monday teatime, and you still have to go and knock on strange people's doors - not knowing what kind of weirdo you're going to find - and plug a PDA into their gas meter. And then move on to the next house, the next weirdo, the next unidentifiable strange smell, the next creepy set of ornaments. Then the next, and the next.
And tomorrow you get to do it all again.

Now how chatty and enthusiastic do you feel?
(gordonjcp, Mon 11 Apr 2011, 9:33, 1 reply)

now imagine you are sixty
your hair is grey and you have lived a mindless drudge of a life.

Thank your lucky stars that you have the luxury of feeling a little pity for one far less fortunate than yourself.

Then try to imagine that he is the fortunate one and that he lives a wonderful life and it is you that has no inner peace and contentment. - Now that IS creepy.
( buffet_the_appetite_slayer ٩(●̮̃•)۶ jacked in to the ICE on, Mon 11 Apr 2011, 13:53, closed)