Jaded Fuck

Today while my cabbie drove me hovering over potholes, scraping against hordes of vehicles, impassively crossing the traffic signals, breaching every damn traffic law and hurtling towards all those monstrous trucks I realized how it feels when you are having a cardiac arrest.

You gather ‘Numb’ is not just a Pink Floyd number and ‘Jaded Fuck’ is not just a stupid display on 8-Bit video game... Here sometimes the day opens like Venus flytrap... It is intense, roaring, jostling with unnerving energy and pulling everyone inside the macabre truth of life. And some other day it is like a drugged animal, which runs out without its vigor.

Such is life!

PS. I wrote 'Jaded Fuck' because I was watching Dexter (the TV series) the other night and Debra (a charater) in the series says Fuck ten times in two sentences. One of my favorite conversations that Dexter (main protagnist, serial killer) and Debra (Dexter's sister) have is:

Debra: "Fuck!"...

"You will have to fucking kill Hanna.... she fucking fits the code"

Debra breathes heavily and reinstates "She is a fucking monster"

Dexter: "She means no harm and she is innocent"

He gasps at her and tries to conceal his emotions

Debra: "Oh my God, are you fucking her?" Fuck

Dexter: "I can explain"

Debra: "Don't explain, I know what fucking is"

She motions rapidly towards him and hurls a scorning glance

"Why the fuck you like her ?"

" Is it some fucking serial killer shit, binding you two?"

And I was wondering why do you use 'Fuck' so many times.

'Jaded Fuck' duh....

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As you dislike it

I was scheduling a training program at work. It is one messy job to begin with. You try talking everyone into a common time, which should match with the facilitator, you write polite emails requesting them to do their good and you even drill those mean heretics to follow your norms. It is exhausting!

You send them meeting invites; appointment request and even polite emails pleading a confirmation in the end, but to your dismay you end up meeting them or calling them to see who is turning up and who is not. How difficult is it for the people to write a one-line email/confirmation.

After receiving my polite invite somebody at work walks up to me and asks with discern if it rains will this useless lecture be canceled? I knew I was giving caviar to the general… I looked at his face which still had the grin he flogged while asking that question and I imagined tying him to a stake and shooting full arrows like Saint Sebastian. I smiled at my vivid visual and said “No” with pressed mouth.

I am too tired of basic lack of etiquettes and the thankless attitude of people. How I wish Miss Manners could float away their impertinence in her magic carpet.