A bit of disjointed rambling going on here.

This post isn’t about anyone in particular, but kinda links in with a conversation I had with my sister in the pub. We came to the conclusion that a high percentage of the population is made up of fuck-ups. It’s surprising how many people appear normal, but come closing time they reveal an unbalanced and slightly fucked up interior. Everyone is fucked up in their own way; it’s the new norm. Do you know anyone who doesn’t have a single issue?

This could be due to the way society is at the moment. It’s only illiterate scrotes that are being bred. Women with careers tend to have fewer children, whereas typically the people breeding excessively claim more than they contribute to society. I’ve nothing against people claiming child benefits for two children, but when you see a mother with five kids from four different fathers and three different marriages, it takes the piss. What this leads onto is the next generation following their parent’s example, and thus inflicting more leeches on society. Is evolution slowing down and getting ready to change gear into reverse? I don’t want this to come across as a class snobbery rant. I couldn’t give a fuck how much anyone earns, nor their social status. I just think that each individual should have to take responsibility and pay for their own lifestyle. Society is sending out the wrong message and rewarding the wrong people. You have to pay and work hard to get an education to support a career, in order to spend your life paying taxes and funding those who have don’t have the ability to close their legs.

The last week merged into one lump of déjà vu flavoured sameness; each night made up of random fragments of experiences lived several times before but with different characters. It occured to me last night that over the last few years I have been part of many different social circles, all of whom I had relatively short yet intense friendships with. Somehow most of these have now drifted apart. It’s kinda weird thinking about the people I used to talk with every day, yet now I neither have nor want their number. I do have quite a few ‘constants’; people who I regularly see and I like to think that our friendship will last.

There’s no-one in or out of my life that I wish I’d stayed in touch with, and I’m kinda glad that I don’t converse with some past friends, but at the same time it is slightly worrying. The chances are this time next year I’ll be hanging out with a different crowd. I wonder whose numbers I’ll no longer use when that time comes.

I had a weird semi pissed platonic kiss with a friend, which surprised me. She definitely only likes me as a friend, and I feel exactly the same, but it was strange in the fact that I don’t normally get intimate with friends; I always tend to associate affection with emotion. However neither were featured in this. Weird.

This all comes across as a bit of a downbeat, neurotic and uncoordinated typical Joey murmuring. I like to think it’s more of a caffeine fuelled, post weekend musing.