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Wednesday, November 15, 2006
I dont need another Hero..
It's funny how songs can get to you. I can admit I'm lame and that I have a bizarre taste in music. But can I say at the end of Shrek 2, where they're fighting their way into the castle and I Need a Hero by Bonnie Tyler came on I was in there andwas one of the coolest motivational moments ever. Just a note as many old readers would know I don't listen to Lyrics so it must not have been the words.
anyways thats kinda not what i wanted to write about, even thought I had always wanted to share that. Just remember me anytime you hear that song, fighting my way to a princess.
ANYWAYS. I hate heroes...
Not your Indiana Jones/Wolverine/Batman kind of heroes. They're cool. I'm talking your (normally) Male aged between 10-40 kind that has a higher self appreciation that those around them
See, 2 days of my week I spend over an hour on public transport each way to my Job. I don't mind the trip, always find something to do, except for one thing.
Heroes..
In school I was the geek, the nerd, the quiet one, the smart one. I never really spoke up, never was the best at anything, never had any reason to talk about how good I was.
Heroes did. I heard them all the way through school. Heard them again at uni. Hear them at work.
I also hear them on public transport. The Prepubescant telling his mates how good his such and such is or the time he had 3 girlfriends. The Pubescant boy trying to impress the girl on how goodhis ipod is, and that she should get one, as well as her little sister. The Pre-Intoxicated one telling his work mates (and everyone else who he doesnt work with) how good his deal was, and how Johno and him will meet up at the pub late to get smashedThe Post-Intoxicated one telling the Lamp Post how good he is and how he should date his sister because shes tall and has some great lights ;)
I dont get it. People don't care about you being the centre of attention. People prefer to have actual conversations, heck Intellectual ones.
Well that is, unless your a dumb blonde..
Flame away.
PS. For another good rant Another One Bites the Dust!
james said...
you're my hero! :)
anyways thats kinda not what i wanted to write about, even thought I had always wanted to share that. Just remember me anytime you hear that song, fighting my way to a princess.
ANYWAYS. I hate heroes...
Not your Indiana Jones/Wolverine/Batman kind of heroes. They're cool. I'm talking your (normally) Male aged between 10-40 kind that has a higher self appreciation that those around them
See, 2 days of my week I spend over an hour on public transport each way to my Job. I don't mind the trip, always find something to do, except for one thing.
Heroes..
In school I was the geek, the nerd, the quiet one, the smart one. I never really spoke up, never was the best at anything, never had any reason to talk about how good I was.
Heroes did. I heard them all the way through school. Heard them again at uni. Hear them at work.
I also hear them on public transport. The Prepubescant telling his mates how good his such and such is or the time he had 3 girlfriends. The Pubescant boy trying to impress the girl on how goodhis ipod is, and that she should get one, as well as her little sister. The Pre-Intoxicated one telling his work mates (and everyone else who he doesnt work with) how good his deal was, and how Johno and him will meet up at the pub late to get smashedThe Post-Intoxicated one telling the Lamp Post how good he is and how he should date his sister because shes tall and has some great lights ;)
I dont get it. People don't care about you being the centre of attention. People prefer to have actual conversations, heck Intellectual ones.
Well that is, unless your a dumb blonde..
Flame away.
PS. For another good rant Another One Bites the Dust!
james said...
you're my hero! :)
