Well, SPH finally called. I'm supposed to have an interview with them Thursday afternoon. Hooray.
I can't get my mind off the current situation in the Gulf. You've got so many people there, living, always assuming that the US would never make good on it's threats to bomb the living shit out of them, and snap! While they slept, Darth Bush giving Saddam the ultimatum he knew he wouldn't follow through with anyway. They're feeling fear for the first time in their life. Genuine, unadulterated fear. I mean, shit man. The US is supposed to be the big brother of the world, but any country in that position inevitably attempts to bend the world to their view of what's right. But I can't help but feel for the Iraqis. They're involved in a war that they never asked for. It's things like this that I lose faith in humanity. Not to mention the Americans, patriotism is fine, but patriotism to the extent of extremism isn't. Freedom Fries? Dumb. Banning artistes because of certain P.O.Vs that don't agree with the status quo? That's not freedom of speech, that's communism. The real sad thing about all this? No one seems to care.



While I'm on the subject of bitching, I'm also quite tired of never being told anything. As if I can't be trusted to be told. And I'm also apparently never high up on the list of those who're going to be told, too. "I was going to tell you but you found out already." Yeah. Sure.

I guess it sucks that everyone has someone who they confide in, when something's exciting happened to you, you rush to tell that person because you need to let someone know. I want to share in that, I want to be happy for you. I don't know what it is, though. Things like this, make me wonder what kind of friend I am to the people in question. Am I not that close after all? Can I not be trusted? How would I know, when I've never been given a secret to entrust? So far, no one's ever told me their secrets in person. It's always been me finding out for myself. Through coincidence, or an accidental slip of the tongue of their, much closer, friends. Everyone's a busybody at heart, but nobody likes feeling left out of the group. Left out of the loop. Never knowing what people are talking about, what the joke is, or why he or she is acting that way. Instead, they hush me and tell me to mind my own business.

I don't like going to sleep sad.