Life in the future

I can’t wait for life in the future. Not the part where robots have defeated mankind and the human population is extinct, and not so much for the war that (of course) takes place prior to the whole “fall of mankind.”

The time that’ll be good will take place before those events, but, more importantly, take place after the inconvenience of not having artificial intelligent robots to run the little things in life that could be slightly done better instead of mindless machines.

Your probably wondering how the robots made life good for that period.

No one’s really sure.

For me, I’m sure street lights got replaced by robots. That way, no one is put in to the dilemma of the light being red even though no ones there to conflict with your choice of road.¹

If you’re freaked out by this, you shouldn’t be. There’s nothing you can do.

If you’re still freaked out by this, just listen to this song. It’s very relaxing and catchy.

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1. You know what I’m talking about. For too long, I’ve been under the oppression of street lights that shouldn’t be red!

Can I get the underwear in a smaller size?

I was cleaning my room the other day and I found a pair of underwear in my shopping bag from H & M.

As I was walking with a friend of mine, we were stopped by two people. One handed my friend boxers while the other handed me underwear.

The advertisement on the underwear is for a run/walk against cancer.

It’s focus is fighting cancer in the pants.

Check them out at uncoverthecure.org.
I’m a fan of there theme song on the website.

The underwear they handed me was pretty big.

But I guess there are other uses for underwear these days than just wearing them under your pants.

I think I’ve made my point.

Outrageous thought of the day

I opened the fridge and saw that there were leftovers. As I took the leftovers out, I thought to myself,

“Better not eat all the leftover or else I won’t get to enjoy it later.”

Why, you ask, “is that outrageous?”

Because I’m standing in front of a fridge that is not my own, taking up space in a house that I am not listed under by the government.

I just don’t find it reasonable to have the thought of not wanting to indulge in the whole leftover for fear of not being able to enjoy it later in that kind of setting.

Outrageous?

I think so.

Damn You Top Ramen!

I’ve been living off top ramen for over two weeks now.

I seriously feel like death is near.

I wish I’d have picked up a lesser opponent towards my health. Like cigarettes. I would probably live longer.

I’m starting to feel like the dude who only ate off the McDonalds menu for a month, accept only, I’d rather be that guy.

Oh well. So it goes.

Group Hug at the Verizon Store!

At some point today, I realized my phone wasn’t working properly. I tried calling my voice-mail, and the call would connect, but I couldn’t hear anything.

I decided to make a visit to a Verizon shop since I was long over due for an upgrade on my phone.

It was ridiculously busy.

The room for the shop was awkward in and of itself. All the walls held phones and phone accessories, so there was no where to lean.

The one sofa-like square bench was taken. After aimlessly walking around the room, I decided to lean on the side of the only entrance/exit.

This is when everything started to go downhill for me.

My anxiety started to go up. I was getting very nervous.

As strange as this may sound, the problem is not whether I’m claustrophobic or not, the problem is the paranoia of being claustrophobic.¹

The longer this waiting process took, the more I started to freak out. I realized that when I started to grip my left arm with my right hand, I probably looked like a crack attic going through withdraws.

A part of me…that is, the pessimistic part anyway…wanted to scream.

But the optimistic part of me thought, “It could be worse, after all, someone could’ve yelled out ‘GROUP HUG’ and the room could’ve suddenly been closed in by an enormous amount of people focused in the center of the room while being in the middle….

…luckily, it didn’t come to that.

A lady finally called my number and asked for my phone number. After I gave her the number, I told her that I deserve a prize for being victorious against my claustrophobic-like battle…

…To which her response was, “The accounts under a different name, you don’t have authorization so I can’t help you.”

I both laughed and died a little inside. I thanked her for her time and then went on my way.

Next door was a Starbucks. I sat down and tried to unwind a little. I haven’t eaten anything all day and there was an In-and-Out in the same parking lot.

I took three steps toward the place and saw the line.

I got in my car and ate in an empty Subway, then went to a coffee shop that was more so vacant than anything else.

Large groups of people use to not scare me, somewhere along the line, that drastically changed.

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1. It’s kind of like the part from the movie “Toy Story” when Woody pushes Buzz Lightyear in the chest and Buzz’s space helmet retreats in to his suit. Then Buzz reacts as if there’s no oxygen for a good five seconds, but then realizes after, that he can breathe….to which Buzzz’s response is, “The air…it’s not toxic…How dare you open a space rangers helmet on an uncharted planet! My eyes could’ve been sucked out of it’s sockets!”