The Passion of the Jim

I’m feeling strange tonight. I had my weekly drinky-drinky session Wednesday and Thursday, which I should really be over by now, but I’m on quite the downer. I’m wondering whether I have a viral thing. I did feel like I had twinged my neck early on Wednesday, which is why I was keen to get boozing, but I think it may have been something else. I guess resorting to alcohol isn’t the best of ideas, illness recovery-speaking but, hey, at least I’ll be out of it mentally. Oh yeah, I forgot to say, I was considering getting drunk again now. Perhaps that’s why I’m writing this, to talk my way out of it.

I definitely feel like I’m on the event horizon of another meltdown.

My creative urges have completely abandoned me, and I don’t feel sociable at all. I know I was thinking about downloading Grindr for some company, but even that idea is fading away. I kept going through what my potential bio might be this time (as if people read the damn things), but it keeps coming up as cynical and unappealing: “Gentle, casual, easy-going nerd with a naughty sense of humour looking for fun and/or friendship. I’m not really into formal dating, preferring instead to nest, so feel free to come hang out with a bad movie and a bottle of wine or three. Prefer to accommodate, but that’s negotiable”.

Pretty dull, huh?

Personally, I’d offer to marry anyone with a bio like that. Sigh. Oh I give up. I wonder what the rent boy situation is around this estate. Probably quite good, I assume. Maybe I’ll catch something fatal so this tedium will finally end.

Anyway, I’m still texting that old school friend, although I think I may have tired him out. He does have a family and all that, which I hear is the most exhausting thing a person can possibly experience. Methinks a good way to promote contraception would be to show young people a fly-on-the-wall documentary following a single parent around for the day.

Apart from the above, I’ve not heard from anyone else. Although, to be fair, I’ve not tried to contact them either. I got the feeling my lesbo friend might have been starting to phase me out, so I’m going to leave the ball in her court. She lives so far away now anyway. Everybody left town or died. Why does everybody always leave me?

Well, that’s my bummed-out chorus for tonight.

No refunds or returns, folks.