Abandon all hope ye who enter here...

The Gates of Hell are somewhere in West Sussex

Now comes that time of year, in which I weep and moan, a time in which I try my best to delay and postpone. Ah, school, the bane of my life. I'm baffled by the people who actively look forward to sitting on uncomfortable plastic chairs for hours on end every day; those people positively buzzing with educational fervor and an unquenchable thrist for knowledge - misdirected sex drive if you ask me. Many people tell me they're excited to see their friends and catch up on gossip, or whatever it is other people do. For me, school means, well, other people, and Hell is other people.

Don't get me wrong; I don't hate them all, no, I'm not nearly so dark. It just the thought of having to put on my 'mask' brings me great fatigue. This is the mask I put on when dealing with Most People; now these people cannot be placed into the Unwashed Masses category, because unlike the millions of random people walking on the streets whom I can pretend don't exist, I actually know the former group. Therefore I have to pretend to be interested in all the parties they went to in the holidays, and how 'rad it was, I must nod my head and smile and oooh and aaah, and say how very wonderfully fulfilling that must have been for you, etc. As much as I loathe it I cannot escape this post-holiday ritual; I could just not bother to ask them about it, or ignore Most People all together, just get on with my own life and my own worries...I forgot where I was going with this. It seems ignoring them is the best plan of action.
Now according to some great minds, I require the acknowledgement of my existence from others to truly exist without going mad. I suppose it's why Most People are so eager to trundle back to school, so they can share their stories and experiences and feel tangible. Our identities are profoundly shaped by the opinions of others, and in an age where we are just a number in a matrix grid of insurance sales profit margins, we are striving for greater and more extravagent ways to assert our existence. Thus the birth and uncontrolable growth that is Facebook, and to a lesser extent, BLOGS. (How's that for Meta?) Social networking is permeating our lives, it gives us all an outlet in which to proclaim; "This is I, listen to my thoughts and Troll if you dare." Soon enough Facebook will invade porn, and you'll have people 'liking' the video of Megan Fox you just watched, and fapped to, or as the case may well be, a yaoi dating sim comprising of the characters from Death Note.
So I've had to dance the dance, and when they're done telling me what they did with who, I in turn let them know what I didn't do with anyone. I must play the game.
I find I require the 'oohs' and 'aahs' of people pretending to listen to my stories less and less these days, though I can never do away with all of them, though I'll damn well try.
I'm sorry if this post is a little hard to follow, I had to rush it to get it out in time before I head back to school since I promised J I'd write one. The basic gist of it is this; I don't like school, or other people. Although hopefully my room neighbours this year will be people I enjoy.
On a side note - this Winter/Christmas I will be building my own computer, with my own hands and stuff! How cool is that? It's almost like giving birth, without the tiresome wife to comfort afterward, or the fluids, and tearing...
I may post the specs and exact parts for the computer-geeks out there sometime. But for now, goodbye.

M