'I'm having so much fun. I need to use my phone.......'

It is my glorious return.

It has been many months since my last post, and although i usually don't concentrate solely on my life events but prefer to post about my views on life (usually because the events of my life are uneventful- and my inner monologue is far more interesting).However, i'm going to take some time to tell you some of the events of my life from my last post to this one.

1. Became a Newly Qualified Teacher
2. Went to a one year old's birthday (apparently the birthday boy doesn't have vodka body shots off other sexy babies- who knew? )
3. Had a photo taken by an attractive lady as I lay in my garden; chubby, top less with back combed hair.
4. Ate a sausage.
5. Was excited
6. Thought about my life as a wizard.
7. Called by a clearly Italian man about a job in South Korea, who stated 'he really wanted to hear my voice'.
8. Considered the humanity of Hitler.
9. Sat down
10. Went to see Incubus

And, it is this last one that i would like to talk about. The Incubus gig. I realise a lot of you want to hear about the about the time i  ate a sausage.
 How big was the sausage? Was it honey glazed? Was there an innuendo involved?
Could you taste the ears and testicles?
All valid questions, but as you can see my life is far too hectic and busy to answer such things.

This is not a review of the gig. It was very good and i did have great time, they are very musically gifted. However, my writing doesn't lend itself well to positive review. I once tried to write a review for Gogol Bordello. It was one of my favourite gigs, but if you read the review it sounds like all my education fell out the window and i became like an American jock stringing together different superlatives.
I also find music reviews boring.
I will however start to get to the point.
When i go to gigs i like to jump around, sing along, shout out at inappropriate times and stand behind a man who is clearly taller than me- with a hairy unclothed back that i can rub against. In other words i like to have fun. Unfortunately some people don't want to have fun. They want to stand still and film Brandon Boyd. Maybe i'm wrong, maybe it is better to not enjoy yourself and stand motionless filming, and then look back and say to my friends.
'Look this is the exact time, when everyone around me was having fun, and the gig was awesome but i chose not to have fun'.
Maybe they hate their lives, so much that only television can take away the pain. To the point, they can't enjoy real life they need to process it through screens, even if its small and in low resolution.
The only reason i can see, is that people need the gratification from other people. They need to prove and show people they are entertaining, they are willing to give up the experience so they have proof of a supposed experience.

A sexy version of me with a phone. The point when i realised I wasn't a wizard.

They can put the video online or on Facebook, and instead of spoken anecdote for a couple of people. They can put it on Youtube or Facebook, and get many 'likes' and 'comments'. Such as; 'Jeallo', 'Wow', 'looks so cool'.Validation from many people.
It's like in some way, the amount of 'likes' you get translates to the amount of actual like someone has for you.
But I have news for you, it's hollow love.
These people are just bored, and your clip is more interesting than Susan Doiwling who is currently eating toast-with Jaaam!!!
That goes for the people who are out, and post ' I'm having a wicked time'-when they're out.
If you were, you wouldn't post it. You would be too busy having fun.

As I write this an unsettling thought dawns on me.
Why have I got a facebook account? Why have i got a blog?
Do I strive for people to validate my own opinions?
Do I want the 'hollow love'?
Have I become what i hate?

I have to stop typing as my salty tears are marring my vision, and the blood from my wrists is clogging up my qwerty keyboard.

I should have stuck with the sausage story.