Why I Went To CB Last Night

Last night after getting off the elevator and trudging alone in the carpark, two malevolent spirits seized me and refused to let go. They were Loneliness and Boredom. So I decided to treat myself to something special for dinner—Hungarian sausage sandwich at Earle’s Deli.

Then it occurred to me that I was having dinner alone. So while waiting for my sandwich, I SMS’ed a friend: “Pssst! What are you doing now?”

His reply: “Jacking off. Why?”

Me: “Good thing you were still able to text, seeing how busy your hands are.”

Him: “Multi-tasking.”

So I texted another friend; his blog has not been updated for a couple of months now, ever since he got a boyfriend. While I was teasing him about it I thought, “This is what lonely and bored singles do—blog.”
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Of course that’s a hasty generalization!

We lonely and bored singles blog and bug other people thru text. And stuff our mouths with huge, thick and juicy Hungarian sausage for dinner. And then visit the bathhouse to scratch our itch. (In fairness, my itch got a fairly thorough scratching last night.)

We want what we don’t have. And when we have, we don’t want. Florence Nightingale said, “Were there none who were discontented with what they have, the world would never reach anything better.”

I wonder how one can be contented with discontent.