Random thoughts about conversation

Everybody talks about how boring their day was or how bored they are right now. Almost everytime its the same thing. One such offender would be me myself. I am always at a loss of words when people ask me how my day was. Most of the time I scratch my head, repeat the question and then say, "It was boring but okay, a little stressed out from my classes."Its the same thing over and over again.

One of the worst words ever to come into existence would be 'WASSUP'. That word can take on an exclamation mark or a question mark in conversation. Sometimes it can even take on both like "WASSUP!?!?" You can say wassup to someone and they will throw the same word back at you and then that's basically the end of the conversation. And the other person is not at fault for not replying either because you were the one who chose to use that word in the first place.

Human conversation is taking injuries by the second. People seem to be talking lesser and lesser. They would prefer to be more in sync with their iPods than the people surrounding them. I do the same too and I am not pointing fingers at others; I am in fact pointing a finger at myself. And when I think about it the only answer that comes to me is escapism. What I am trying to do is escape from the scene and not look like a fool sitting in a corner all alone with nothing to do. I accept that I have nothing to say but then I also find that there are people that I can just pour my thoughts out to. I can talk to some people for hours without running out of things to say and there are others with whom I can't keep a running conversation for even a mintue. I believe the fault is mine or that its part of my character. I am a storyteller and a thinker at times. I can tell you stories about things I have witnessed and things I have experienced. Other times I can tell you about what's running in my head like a crazy mouse. Now if I can do these two things then why can't hold a conversation with some people even though I have no fear of them and even though they do not appall me in any way? I try to find an answer to this but nothing ever comes to mind. Do I secretly not want to talk to the person? but then there are people I want to talk to so badly and want get to know better but there too I fail miserably with many. Could it be a lack of things we share in common? But in that matter too; most of my friends have nothing in common with me except for nationality maybe. But yet I can talk to them freely and yet there are those that I have known for years but still do not know only because I have never talked to them properly.

Conversation is tricky. Everything in this world arises from conversation. If you can move your fingers, if you can talk, if you can move your eyelids, if you can MOVE your lips then you can have a conversation. The only person who cannot have a conversation is essentially a person in a coma or a completely parlayzed and motionless individual but that itself is a coma. I know my thoughts are all scattered as I say this but here I am just typing and having a conversation with you if you only would care to listen or reply. Its a really tricky thing this thing called conversation, most of us repeat ourselves every time we talk like the TV kid who only says 'whatever'. Now you have people who only say 'wassup' and laugh at the whatever-kid on TV. Its a funny world. It really is.

PoB 2: Sauron's bathtub!

As Aragorn marches with his concubines through the fields of mordor, Sauron is getting ready for his daily bath.
why does sauron need to bathe you ask? to get himself all clean of the ash falling on his insanely huge eye I say.
Sauron doesn't want an eye infection now does he? after all he is an eye. An insanely huge eye at that too.
Lets forget about Aragorn and his concubines for a while shall we? let them enjoy their petty adventures. why let go of their petty adventure you ask? I SAY! is it everyday that you get to see Sauron in his bathtub and still be alive to talk about it? Nay! I say. Nay!

On with the story of Sauron then!

coming straight from the eye of the offending goat, Billy........

Sauron enters his pink bathroom and there before him lies his precious bathtub filled with orc milk.
Surrounding it are two Oliphaunts and three goats. Yes! Billy is our inside goat!
Sauron orders his orc slave to play his favorite record.
the sweet music of 'She Bop by Cindy Lauper' fills the air.
It is a song about female masturbation.
YES! Billy the goat verifies that Sauron is not MALE but in fact He or from hereon may i say SHE is a WOMAN!
Sauron enters his bathtub and the goats Baa their Baaing tunes and the Oliphaunts spray orc milk on Sauron.
Billy and the goats had to leave the bathroom after Sauron had had her spray and it was now time for other things.
Things that Billy and his goats were not supposed to see. secret things!


And that my non-existant readers is a day in Sauron's bathtub.

We would also like to bring you this sad but tasty bit of news.
Billy expired three hours earlier and is now being digested in the stomachs of Gimli, Pippin and Merry.
Pippin Took only saw a goat in front of him when he saw Billy and failed to see the brave soul that had revealed Sauron's darkest secrets.
Billy was stewed with the best of herbs and vegetables and served on platters of Silver.
we hope that his soul will digest in peace.