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Posted in General, People, Relationships, Social Media, The Internet. with tags , , , on October 27, 2015 by MISANTHROPIST

Never wanted it, always complained about it. Hate it even more so than ever. 

If you’ve been with me for some time you may remember me complaining how my ex fiancée went about coercing a drunk, younger, me into getting a Facebook. Or rather just setting it up for me…

There was a time when I was quite active on Facebook, when it was a tool which was useful to me. It allowed me to converse with my friends in America and more recently the ones in Brazil.

Of late I’ve not had much contact from any of the individuals I met during my travels. Friendships are ephemeral after all I guess. No me importa nada mas. It isn’t an issue, just that now I have no further use for Facebook. 

I’ll keep it as an alternative avenue of contact but I have no real use for it anymore. Half of the crap on there is click bait or politics. It’s just boring and I’m really growing to hate it with a passion. I still wish I had been firmer with my first answer which was, for the record, No.



The place that I live in.

Posted in England with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on February 13, 2014 by MISANTHROPIST

Hard to believe considering my proximity to London. You’d think that there would be more to do here but there isn’t really unless you have money and even then for anything decent you’d have to travel outside the immediate area either into or further away from London. Personally I hate clubs and movie theaters. I don’t feel like hanging around on the streets drinking and smoking. Been there, done that and got the t-shirt. I could go outside and walk or something, the weather is actually good today. It has been shitty for what feels like months, even on a day like this what would I even do outside. Come to think of it the last generation of men around here must have been bored as hell. I remember all the old boys I used to drink with, it seemed all they did was work, go home, eat dinner and go down to the pub. I feel kinda lucky to have the internet now, as much as I complain about it.

I mean if I did just give up and decide to go drinking there isn’t even a decent pub or bar around here. We’ve got the cocaine rodeo just a short walk away, The Pit where all of the scum of the earth go to drink. Basically every pub around here is dodgy. If it wasn’t bad enough that there’s shit all to do here there’s the people. The wannabe thugs, drug dealers, dumb ass kids, transients and people begging for money ‘insert sob story here’ who just go spend it on beer. It’s like London took all of its worst residents and dumped them in one place. I’m sure there are decent people here but I’ve never seen them. To make this place even worse everything is just a little less expensive than central London. We’re paying high rates for the shit hole we live in. Another thing, around here, where would I even meet people, where would I find anyone worth meeting?

As soon as my situation allows it I’d like to relocate. First out of here and then maybe out of England. Sure I have no money at the moment but I also have no ties, I can go anywhere or do anything I please as long as I have the money to fund it. I’ve thought about traveling around Europe a bit and going back to the USA at some point, this time I’d go down south. I definitely want to see the Aurora Borealis. A friend of mine relocated to Germany and says he loves it there, more opportunities and a better life in general. Even though this place is my home and sometimes I’m amused by things that happen and people here I still hate this place it’s just a boring, dead, shit hole. It could always be worse I’m sure but I do think London and it’s suburbs are a miserable place to live.

Religious debates

Posted in Idiotic groups/people, Misanthropy, People, The Internet., Uncategorized, Unpopular Opinions. with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on January 29, 2013 by MISANTHROPIST

People always say that one should never discuss religion or politics with others for fear of causing some form of shit or malice between the two parties involved. I think this is a pile of crap, I used to be the kind of person that enjoy religious debate but that was back in a time where one could have a civilized debate on this subject without calling a theist an idiot for believing in god or an atheist a fag loving satanist who is going to hell.

I had many good debates with theists and atheists alike, to be honest I’ve never been struck on the idea of an omnipresent, omniscient and omnipotent being. But that’s just like my opinion man. Some people like this idea, whole-heartedly believe it and find it comforting and I respect that. Despite not believing in god I can’t jump on the atheist band wagon and attempt to shit all over every theist I ever meet.

It doesn’t matter whether you’re wrong or right, by engaging in this behavior you have proven only one thing beyond reasonable doubt. You have proved you are a very weak-minded and willed individual. I and every other reasonable person looks upon you with scorn, if there is a god above and I’m wrong I bet even he looks upon you with a degree of scorn, his hand cupping his furrowed brow thinking to himself ‘where did I go wrong with this one?’

These kind of atheists are sad, little people. Don’t get me wrong there are sad people on both sides of the debate but for all their claims of being intelligent and reasonable individuals they can still partake in this kind of hypocrisy, the very intolerance they denounce. The thing that kills me, like splits my sides is that no matter how hard you all curse, bitch and moan you’ll never know the answer till its too late and either way it won’t matter by then. What’s the point of debating it?

I wouldn’t waste my time on this rock because, though you call it a debate it is more of a pissing contest nowadays. I would go as far as to say that those people that call themselves atheists and engage in these kinds of debates are an embarrassment and the reason why I will never call myself an atheist. Yes it is a perfect term to describe my godlessness but the negativity and idiots associated with it prevent me from ever wanting to be a part of the mainstream’s idea of atheism.

If anyone requires an example or field-specimen of this sub-species of atheist you could head on over to r/atheism over at Reddit and get a good idea of what I’m talking about.
These kind of atheists, their theist counterparts and general stupidity (not being able to partake in a debate without attacking ones opponent) is why I don’t involve myself in any kind of religious debate.

So if we could get an answer from someone who isn’t a complete retard?

That’d be nice,

It’s funny how a blackout brings the community together…

Posted in England, General, Idiotic groups/people, Misanthropy, People with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on July 26, 2012 by MISANTHROPIST

From about 7.20pm to 12.30am we experienced a blackout, it had started at around about 5pm for most people but it seems we were lucky. I was sitting back playing Xbox 360 and a neighbor came over complaining that her power was out, her complaining was no oddity but she had asked to use our phone to call the energy company and have somebody sent out to deal with the problem. I stayed indoors away from her tedious conversation and played my Xbox 360 with no issues at all proceeding to ignore her in the hope that she would go away while my sisters brain was being fried by the endless stream of crap flowing freely from her mouth. She eventually went away and a short while after this our power went out completely.

It’s funny how when your television goes out you don’t really care, when your phone goes out it is a minor inconvenience but when your Internet goes out shit gets real. Suddenly you’re cut off from the world, this wouldn’t usually be an issue for me. I could read a book but the power was out completely and reading by candle light, though romantic, is not my thing. To make matters worse our cooker is electric so dinner is off the table. Waiting for pay day we have little money available to just go buy food but a freezer full of defrosting food that we can’t even cook. Couldn’t even pass the time with a beer or two. I listened to the neighbors talking back and forth about the electric company’s time estimates and when their power went out. The Energy company had drove out to survey the damage then left promptly.

Realizing how royally fucked I was I went into the garden to talk to my mother, her colleague and my sister who was laying on the granite paving reading. She’s a strange child. After talking with them for a while, here is where it gets interesting, I went out to the shops to go get a load of fries and cheap food for us to eat. On my journey I came across a group of neighbors discussing what went on and how they’ve got no power, the woman who usually bores me with conversation and never lets me leave decided to stop me. The group began talking about the Polish people living across the street and maintained that it was their fault for messing with the wiring, probably because they’ve been working on their house a lot.

They burn things in their back garden, I can understand that, It’d bother me more if I lived next door but I don’t so I don’t really care. They also work on the house pretty early and drill but it doesn’t warrant accusing them of destroying the power lines. People got into their little groups and it sounded like they were planning a lynching moaning that even if they did do it they wouldn’t have to pay because they’re Polish. They annoyed me by this point, especially considering they had no proof at all. The Energy company said the rains caused the wires to be surrounded by sludge contributing to them warming up and melting, also sending charge back to the house of the Polish people. At this point I didn’t care anymore. I just wanted a cup of tea, that was the number one complaint, people couldn’t make any tea. A decent neighbor made us a few cups which passed the time.

They spoke of a black puff of smoke had apparently from over in that direction and the power going out, it fried the Polish people’s electric mains control panel costing them around £300. After hearing these people talk shit about their neighbors for 15 minutes I left walking past the Electric company’s worker who was sipping tea, sitting on his ass waiting for them to dig up the cables. We were originally given an estimate of 3 to 4 hours, it took all in all around about 7. Anyway, I got retrieve what I laughably considered a meal. On the way up there I noticed that half of the block had lost power, with the other lamps around it all being on our area looked like the twilight zone. I hit home, go my food on a plate and sat outside to eat in the summer evening only to move back inside after being accosted by mosquitoes and being bitten 8 times.

The night kept getting better and better. I kept getting more and more bored until I saw two associates of mine outside talking, so I head on out to join them. Anything is better than being stuck inside with no power at all. We sat and talked outside for a while smoking cigarettes and commiserating about how our local area is dead and nobody comes around any more, it was at least bearable conversation. I think I had started to get used to the power outage. We also shared stories of what we were doing when the power went out which was okay. We began planning going on a little trip because one of my friends had to pick something up from his cousin’s place. We never ended up going though.

We thought of parting ways but for some reason ended up staying, talking some more and ripping on my friends mother for talking to everyone about everything for so long and how you can never get away from her. Yes the tediously boring lady is my friend’s mother. Eventually we headed down the bottom of the cul-de-sac to find his mother talking the workmen to death. They had been trying to get at the wires for about 3 hours now. In the middle of us talking a guy who used to be my best friend in childhood showed up, he lives across the street, joining into our conversation. He is a complete fucking stereotypical white English male, trying to hard to be a geezer. It hurts to listen to his bullshit sometimes. I have no problem with the guy other than the fact that he’s always trying way too hard. I mostly switch off and pretend to listen to him.

Me and this guy are discussing things from out childhood, my other friend is loud and talking to everyone as usual but if it shuts my old best friend up then I’m thankful for it. About 30 minutes later our lovely new Irish neighbor comes in, some how, suddenly every body becomes a racist. The friend with the annoying mother got bored and left. Come to think of it I should have done the same. I stayed to listen to them ranting about Africans and Pakistani’s being disgusting, rude, obnoxious and such. Sometimes they can be all of those things but that’s individual and you cannot generalize like that because they’re black or brown or whatever. That is when it gets stupid.

The guy who is trying too hard is in a rant about Pakistani’s when my friend brings up that his sister is dating one, he was being racist but I have to say listening to this guy’s story about how her dad said she’d shame the family was funny, here he is justifying himself to everyone in the group who have just spent the last 40 minutes making racist comments suprisingly without using the words nigger or paki. How they turk der jurbs and such. They finally get off of the subject of racism. The Irish guy goes away and I’m still listening to this guy trying too hard and about how his sister stopped eating pork because of her Muslim boyfriend. I could stop eating roast pork but never sausage and bacon, then I’d be screwed. Sure it is silly she stopped eating it because of him but it is her choice and I’m not even going to weigh in a well though out opinion with these idiots.

After four and a half hours of drilling the finally got into the cables and began a repair. After about another hour of listening to the guy trying to hard and my friend going back and forth about nothing, male posturing and all that bullshit a guy came around the corner and went into a large, green doored, electric room on our street, the light was put on in there and then 30 minutes later there was a flash that seemed to fill the street. The power had come back on and within seconds lights came on and various electric devices started making sounds. It all seemed so strange. Finally Captain try to hard went straight in as soon as the power went on, my friend went in too. It was like the whole evening had never happened, everyone back in their forts and not talking to each other again. Community spirit is non-existent in the shitty suburb of London in which I live.

I realized why I don’t and will not talk to my neighbors, they’re shallow, racist, boring, trying to hard, complaining bullshit wastes of time and energy. Next time we have a black out I’m staying indoors. I understand they’re pissed off with the habits of our foreign neighbors but their racism is pretty unfounded. It’s been about 30 hours since the blackout and I haven’t seen a single neighbor. Everything is back to normal and probably for the better. I can take them for who they are good or bad but I could never spend any extended period of time with them. The community was brought together by a blackout only for me to realize I really want nothing to do with them at all. I regret that I never took any pictures to be honest, I dislike my neighbors even more now.

I’m thankful this isn’t going to be a common occurrence.

Interesting Developments…

Posted in America, England, Job hunting, Love, Misanthropy, Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , on January 25, 2012 by MISANTHROPIST

Or as somebody very dear to me puts it:
“welcome to the world.”

I’m back in England and nowhere near happier for it. I hit british soil and at the same time the realization hits me. I’m back to the reality of the dingey shit hole I happen to call home, don’t get me wrong it’s nice to see family and all but recently being “reminded” I need to get a job hasn’t really helped my mood. I already know I need a damn job but I’m settling back in.

The people I call my friends are as boring as ever, they’re drinking a little more now. Maybe the depression is setting into all of us, maybe I was just an early bloomer. I don’t really feel at home to be honest. It’s nice to see family and friends but it’s just not what I used to anymore. I can’t sit at home because It’s weird being alone now and I don’t have my woman to keep me company. I find myself going crazy at home.

Some of my misanthropy disappeared it seems as I find myself seeking comfort from others to deal with the shock of settling back in. All this to no avail of course. As I said my friends are uninteresting and want to drink to excess, something I’ve grown tired of. I don’t enjoy alcohol as much nowadays.
I’m still smoking, got to quit that.

I finally got a phone, not that I’ll have many people I want to talk or give out my number too.
I finally have a cell, what opportunities will this bring me?
I get the feeling it’ll be a viewing glass for drama and a seldom used messenger device. One good thing is it has the internet. I’d like and iPhone but what is the point?

I think I’m going to take my job hunt more seriously, I think I’ll look for something part-time or agency related so I can get in and out of jobs when it fits my transatlantic schedule. For the most part I’m quite pissed off but I need money, I have objectives and I need to get fit and stay that way.

London is looking bleaker than ever, I think it has just hit me how depressing this place is, I could do with some of that clonazepam. It is infinitely dreary and depressing here. I hate it more than ever and I miss america more than ever. I can’t get used to living here anymore. The whole experience of settling into London life is getting me in a rut.

Things in England are as shitty as ever, it feels like I’ve changed but this place has gotten worse, is there any feeling worse than feeling alien in your own country. Feels like I’m back in the stone age. It sucks.

Well at least I’ll have plenty to post about,