Aaaah
another day another rant.
Dull/Boring
people, the ones who are not interested in anything at all, no hobbies, no
desire, no passion, no life? The last one is possibly a bit harsh but fuck it they’re
so dull they’ve never even heard of a blog let alone read one.
Now I may
have made that sound like they do nothing, but that’s laziness not boringness.
These people do…some stuff, but its always watered down. It’s half a shandy
instead of a can of special brew. They might watch Twilight but never The
Walking Dead. They’ll accept a can of coke but never a gram (couldn’t resist
that last one).
But
seriously every aspect of their lives is as dull as possible they surround themselves
with romantic novels and watch The Great British Bake off yet would never bake
a cake themselves.
Their
music taste is pop music from their teen years, the years when they were
slightly less dull. Yawn, even typing this up is boring me.
These
are nine till fivers, paint the walls magnolias, broadsheet readers.
Picky
eaters also fall into this category. Chips do not count as continental just
because you call them French fries. Not willing to try anything new and straight
up afraid of the world are these people living or merely surviving? (I think I’m
going to be saying that a lot on this blog).
If I never
tried new music, never tried a new cuisine, never read a book I wasn’t sure
about, never watched a film that wasn’t out of my comfort zone or never did
things I was told not to do I would be one of these pointless, boring lemmings
and I don’t think I could hack it, although if you know no different I suppose
you don’t see that anything’s wrong. Its like the people who only get their
news from one source, the sheeple if you will who read The Daily Mail and watch
BBC news at 6 and think they are people of the world while they are being force
fed bullshit news and being told which politicians to love and which to hate,
when we really know that the only correct way is to hate all of them.
Don’t be
boring. I’m never bored there are too many books I’ve never read, too many
songs I’ve not listened to, too many films I’ve not seen, too many people I know
nothing about.
That
last ones a biggie (and I don’t mean smalls) some of the coolest shit I’ve
learned has come from people that I didn’t know anything about until I found
them. The biggest one for me is the writer Hunter S. Thompson, a man who I have
no idea how I found, but once I read my first book of his (Kingdom of Fear) I was
hooked. What a guy! A drug addled, gun wielding, speed freak who lived his 67
years to the fucking fullest.
“Life should not
be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and
well preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside in a cloud of smoke,
thoroughly used up, totally worn out, and loudly proclaiming "Wow! What a
Ride!” – Hunter
S. Thompson
If you
ever wanted a reason to get off your arse and do something that’s it folks. I’d
much rather die at 150mph on a 1200cc Ducati at 50 than be 80 riddled with
cancer or worse dementia. Now that might seem harsh but its truthfully my view
on things.
Remember folks only boring people get bored.
Burn
out folks, don’t fade away.
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