Wednesday, October 11, 2006
Guess what: Today I did it again.
Tuesday, October 10, 2006
First of all I have to admit I’m pretty stupid. In brief: I am an idiot. Not that it would have been the biggest achievement in the world to find that out, but admittingly it took me 23 years to do so. Ok sure, there was evidence just on the street: People calling me jerk, I got kicked aroud school for a long time and in second years student election period I got nowhere near the big votes. Up till now I figured, that it was just an occasional thing which happens to all those middle-class guys who think their peculiarly intelligent, charming or of some kind of other Aristotelian feature, which somehow enters the dark space of a numbnessed brain.
But today it appeared to me from nowhere – just “ZAPP” like an apple falling from a tree causing a long line of events which finally brandish Newton’s anectode of him experiencing gravity as completely made up – that it was not that: I am not normal as every other westernised spoiled brat running around darkness believing he could conquer the sun (calling the phenomenon by it’s name: “Neoliberalims”). No, I’m even worse: Complete rubbish, a big pile of shitty dumbness.
Yeah, glad I got it out though…
Ok, up till now I’ve prooved nothing. Everybody half way stupid of committing himself to such an argument can do it, even if he doesn’t show the slightest piece of constantly selfreveiling idiotism. This now is the point where my morning starts.
Apparently to drunk with myself being crowned, equiped with a 47 male and female (thanks to gender mainstreaming) harem and in the middle of a no-calories-double-coated-chocolate-ice-cream-east, it took me a while to realise that my alarm clock was ringing like hell and needed a 15 minutes advance. Up I got, fiddled around with my damn mobile, avoided myself of swearing as I didn’t want to punish the whole house with human failure and stacked the annoying thing right to my ear on a pile of books (or some other rubbish I’ve been to lazy to move) – thinking of having another 15 Minutes of rest.
Frustratingly, the bloddy thing turned mad exactly 15 minutes later. Ok, I know what you’re thinking: It’s an alarm clock and alarm clocks are primarely there for ringing at the right time and secondly to make your life a hell while you’re trying to find the “turn of forever”-button instead of another 5 min snooze.
Whatever happened in my mind, during those sheer endless minutes of finally waking up, I regretted deeply of setting an alarm clock the evening before and swore never to do it again (apparently I did just that three minutes ago).
Well to move on in the story: Of course those 15 minutes where just the time I needed for not acting like a freaking maniac, trying to take a shower, coffee and the right stuff out for town. Jep, a Maniac I was. But at least I got nearly everything right – except for the last part.
Jumping out of the house in time pressure, running down the hill, nearly knocking down an old woman with a dog, passing the smell of fresh baked croissants and halting just in the middle of the road figuring that this was the right place to make the final test, was just the thing to follow. Feeling my front and back pockets of my slightly to tight pants I realised that I left my mobile sitting where I first had left it (Of course not forgetting while passing tons of times, to absolutely remind myself of taking it with me). As looking for a future place to live, included me beeing able to call some blokes mobilenumber and ask him for a tour.
Honestly, I was planning to be at the American church, which is responsible for room-announcements, at exactly 10 o’clock to be the first caller and increase my chances of having a home reachable within 30 minutes...
Jesus, I was so mad at myself that I turned round at the spot, grinned at the braking driver who was just in the mood of smashing the front of his Peugeot in my abdomen. Anyway who in the world really likes driving Peugeots, if they can get a good old “Volkswagen” for the same price? Well slowly I marched back up the hill, felling that at least I would get the second train, beeing then only half an hour late. I changed my mind after 5 minutes with a close look at my watch, commenced running like an idiot – which as I stated above were at the point – and feeling to exhaused to do the same thing all the way down again after collecting my portable. To sum it up: I missed the second train too.
Taking the chance of changing at “Earmont Eaubonne” (whoever called a place like that, probably was shortly after killed by a mob of angry “Earmont Eaubonniens”) I got to gare St. Lazare (and it really deserves the St. if you pronounce the name in french) three quarters of an hour late and found myself consequently mounting to some rattling metro, cramped full of people in destination of a place near that church. Again half an hour later I finally was there and as if they were celebrating my arriving every inch of the entrance hall was covered with the tricolore. Everything was saying “welcome: Today is the day you are going to find the right place for the upcoming year to live in.” Everything, except a guy and a girl eying me reluctantly and a big sign saying: “fermé aujour’hui”. Seeing my horrified face the black guy – probably out of ancestral experience how it feels to be looked out of an American church – muttered some words of unmeant apology and telling me that I could enter at 5 o’clock in the afternoon.
The hell I was. Idiots don’t come back to the place they had there biggest defeat, they run away to the next place full of people and spend the afternoon chatting to everybody willing to change a couple of words.
Tomorrow morning at 10 am I will meet a friend just in front of the “eglise americain” and give it another try.
But today it appeared to me from nowhere – just “ZAPP” like an apple falling from a tree causing a long line of events which finally brandish Newton’s anectode of him experiencing gravity as completely made up – that it was not that: I am not normal as every other westernised spoiled brat running around darkness believing he could conquer the sun (calling the phenomenon by it’s name: “Neoliberalims”). No, I’m even worse: Complete rubbish, a big pile of shitty dumbness.
Yeah, glad I got it out though…
Ok, up till now I’ve prooved nothing. Everybody half way stupid of committing himself to such an argument can do it, even if he doesn’t show the slightest piece of constantly selfreveiling idiotism. This now is the point where my morning starts.
Apparently to drunk with myself being crowned, equiped with a 47 male and female (thanks to gender mainstreaming) harem and in the middle of a no-calories-double-coated-chocolate-ice-cream-east, it took me a while to realise that my alarm clock was ringing like hell and needed a 15 minutes advance. Up I got, fiddled around with my damn mobile, avoided myself of swearing as I didn’t want to punish the whole house with human failure and stacked the annoying thing right to my ear on a pile of books (or some other rubbish I’ve been to lazy to move) – thinking of having another 15 Minutes of rest.
Frustratingly, the bloddy thing turned mad exactly 15 minutes later. Ok, I know what you’re thinking: It’s an alarm clock and alarm clocks are primarely there for ringing at the right time and secondly to make your life a hell while you’re trying to find the “turn of forever”-button instead of another 5 min snooze.
Whatever happened in my mind, during those sheer endless minutes of finally waking up, I regretted deeply of setting an alarm clock the evening before and swore never to do it again (apparently I did just that three minutes ago).
Well to move on in the story: Of course those 15 minutes where just the time I needed for not acting like a freaking maniac, trying to take a shower, coffee and the right stuff out for town. Jep, a Maniac I was. But at least I got nearly everything right – except for the last part.
Jumping out of the house in time pressure, running down the hill, nearly knocking down an old woman with a dog, passing the smell of fresh baked croissants and halting just in the middle of the road figuring that this was the right place to make the final test, was just the thing to follow. Feeling my front and back pockets of my slightly to tight pants I realised that I left my mobile sitting where I first had left it (Of course not forgetting while passing tons of times, to absolutely remind myself of taking it with me). As looking for a future place to live, included me beeing able to call some blokes mobilenumber and ask him for a tour.
Honestly, I was planning to be at the American church, which is responsible for room-announcements, at exactly 10 o’clock to be the first caller and increase my chances of having a home reachable within 30 minutes...
Jesus, I was so mad at myself that I turned round at the spot, grinned at the braking driver who was just in the mood of smashing the front of his Peugeot in my abdomen. Anyway who in the world really likes driving Peugeots, if they can get a good old “Volkswagen” for the same price? Well slowly I marched back up the hill, felling that at least I would get the second train, beeing then only half an hour late. I changed my mind after 5 minutes with a close look at my watch, commenced running like an idiot – which as I stated above were at the point – and feeling to exhaused to do the same thing all the way down again after collecting my portable. To sum it up: I missed the second train too.
Taking the chance of changing at “Earmont Eaubonne” (whoever called a place like that, probably was shortly after killed by a mob of angry “Earmont Eaubonniens”) I got to gare St. Lazare (and it really deserves the St. if you pronounce the name in french) three quarters of an hour late and found myself consequently mounting to some rattling metro, cramped full of people in destination of a place near that church. Again half an hour later I finally was there and as if they were celebrating my arriving every inch of the entrance hall was covered with the tricolore. Everything was saying “welcome: Today is the day you are going to find the right place for the upcoming year to live in.” Everything, except a guy and a girl eying me reluctantly and a big sign saying: “fermé aujour’hui”. Seeing my horrified face the black guy – probably out of ancestral experience how it feels to be looked out of an American church – muttered some words of unmeant apology and telling me that I could enter at 5 o’clock in the afternoon.
The hell I was. Idiots don’t come back to the place they had there biggest defeat, they run away to the next place full of people and spend the afternoon chatting to everybody willing to change a couple of words.
Tomorrow morning at 10 am I will meet a friend just in front of the “eglise americain” and give it another try.
