The whole “opposites attract” thing:
Do you think that’s nature’s way of offsetting people’s shortcomings? For example, a short guy is attracted to tall women, or a shy guy attracted to outgoing women. You know what I mean? Or is it just people being curious about other people who are just different from them?
Bohemian, which is basically a polite word for hippie, made it’s way into my brain today. How I came across this word is quite interesting. As you might know, I no read nothing. There is no way I am coming across fancy words from books. So I get excited when I see these words in places where you would least expect to find them. So when I read ‘Bohemian’ on someone’s Tinder profile, I got intrigued. Bohemian, like Bohemian Rhapsody? Freddy, you did it again. By the way, what a killer name, Farrokh Bulsara. Now, imagine a Terminator robot named Farrokh Bulsara.
Album:A Night at the Opera
Song: Bohemian Rhapsody
Writer: Freddy Mercury (born Farrokh Bulsara)
But don’t worry if you haven’t listened to this song. It’s not everyone’s cup of tea. It’s a hippie anthem, and very aptly named, now that I know what it means. The lovey folks on Tinder tend to use this word quite extensively. The reason? Expression.
Definition: Bohemianism is the practice of an unconventional lifestyle, often in the company of like-minded people and with few permanent ties. It involves musical, artistic, literary, or spiritual pursuits. In this context, bohemians may or may not be wanderers, adventurers, or vagabonds. (Wikipedia)
Noticed the letters in bold? I imagine this is key for our friends on Tinder.
I was browsing Tinder today, and this girl’s profile picture was a KFC bucket. If you’re a company, and you’ve managed to land on someone’s dating profile , that’s how you know you’ve made it.
I’m not sure if the movie influenced me in anyway, but I quit all dating apps today. It was turning into an unhealthy addiction, and I am now free. Jojo Rabbit is now free.
Here I come, withdrawal.
I have a dream, a simple, revolutionary dream. I want to make music. I want to see people become happy when they listen to my music. Unfortunately, I do not have the talent to realize this dream on my own. I need a team(in the words of the great Deadpool, “a super dooper fucking group”). I’ve been trying to put together a team for the past one month. After several auditions, I finally got a bass player and lead guitar player. I explained my dream to them. I narrated it in Morgan Freeman’s voice. I put forth the idea like Steve Jobs explaining a business idea. I did everything I could. Yet those fuckers want to pursue a more “people-friendly” genre rather than taking a chance with me. I respect their musical interests. So now, I travel for an hour every weekend, play drums to fuckin “Foo Fighters” at a recording studio, come back home and eat till the depression fades away(Domino’s wins again).
I met a family who lives inside the studio’s premises. Here they are:
Yes, that’s right. Absolutely nothing.