In Times of the Recession

Remember when every second news story was about ‘The Recession’? I’m sure we did some crazy things thinking that we were headed towards Brokeville, not that I ever lived outside of Brokeville. However the following is a paid advertisement for- wait, that’s not right. The following is something that spawned from my brain during the so-called ‘Recession’. Read it and let it improve you post Recession hysteria.

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I’m sure you’ve heard on the news and basically everywhere that we’re in, or headed towards a recession. Hmph, so why aren’t people acting like it? I have some theories, mostly consisting of people being stupid and optimistic, optimism being synonymous with stupidity for the purposes of this post. However this post isn’t about my theories on why people are acting like it’s the roaring twenties. Which, by the way, was followed by the Wall Street Crash of 1929 and eventually the Great Depression. Anyone remember that? If so, why are you reading this, shouldn’t you be dead? Just kidding, don’t be offended- or else… once again, I’m just kidding.

Right, so this post here is about what to do in times of the recession, as advised by me. Your one and only source for useless (more or less true, less rather than more) information and advice.

In times of the Recession:

1. When you come into a bit of money, don’t go spending it on dumb shit. It’s the recession! So forget stuff like personal hygiene, savings and sensibility. Oh no, you should go buy some bling! Because God knows when times get rough you can always eat your brand new clock necklace, which by the way isn’t only gangsta, but useful- because it’s ANALOGUE and everyone knows digital clocks are going to go down when Y2K rolls around. Oh wait.

Next piece of advice.

2. Don’t bother making your lunch at home! It’s the recession! You have to conserve the little strength you have, so go spare a few dollars to buy yourself something worth a week’s worth of lunch, because what’s more important? Being fed for a day with delicious but expensive food, or wasting time and energy making yourself a more frugal lunch you won’t enjoy as much?

3. Don’t look like a tight-ass. It’s the recession! Make sure you shout all of your friends, either at the pub/bar or at lunch. Because that way you’ll look like you’re not worried about the recession, and when the recession hits you hard perhaps you’ll find one of your friends you shouted to ‘pay you back’ for that drink. If not, well…

4. Get yourself fired from any secure form of employment you have. It’s the recession! You have to keep your options open so that you’re able to play the field, and be available when the opportunity to make money for doing nothing arises. Besides, having no job means you won’t have to waste money on menial things like transportation to said job and personal upkeep for said job, so win win guys.

5. If you can, make sure to sell all of your assets and invest into something you think will be the next ‘big thing’. Become a shareholder in a company that you know nothing about, surely if you don’t know anything about it, it’ll surprise you by making you even more richer than you (never) were before! Because who needs a house? It’s the recession! You can’t afford to live in a stable house with electricity and running water, those things cost money, so do the right thing and sell. In fact, put it up on trademe and sell to the first bidder, it’s the recession!

6. If you can get away with it, invent your own currency and try to use it as legal tender at a store. It’s the recession! Sure any money is good money. Try a dairy first, and tell them you’re the King of your own country and this is legal tender, if they don’t believe you, tell them that they are not welcome in your country and storm out of the store, and then try the next store. If you’re not successful at any store with your own currency, try monopoly money. It’s worth a shot, anything goes in times of the recession.

7. And finally, try to get into jail. It’s the recession! Apparently life in the slammer, is a lot better than out of it. With tax payers’ money going towards the maintenance of correctional facilities, and the shitty predictions of what people on the outside have coming to them, prison with its three square meals a day, recreational time with activities to keep you busy so you don’t think about the cell where a bed and (so I’ve heard) a TV awaits you. What are you waiting for? Free board too, all you have to do is make sure you’re in there during the recession to be released after it. Make sure you obtain an online degree before you come out though, that way you’re a criminal with qualifications and not just a ‘crim’. White collar crimes are the way to go by the way, because you don’t want to be mixed with a bunch of violent sods who’ll grind your bones to make their bread, that is, if you’re not made their bitch first.

So there you have it 7 simple steps, in no particular order, to winning in the recession. Because no one wants to be completely screwed over. You have to get to the recession before it gets to you, just remember that. Show it who’s boss, don’t be intimidated by its ‘the’ and three syllables. You have to grab the recession by it’s metaphorical balls and make it sing falsetto, and when you’re out of money with nothing to your name but the clothes on your back, (which you may well lose in a rumble on the streets of South Auckland) just know that YOU battled the recession and you lost with dignity.
If anyone tells you otherwise you say to them, “Hush, nay-sayer, HUSH.”

If you took any of this seriously, seek help immediately. At least look up ‘satire’ in the dictionary or, for the more tech savvy of you, google it.

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Things I decide to revise and post at 20 to midnight on a Saturday night. My life is the balls. Proper mental.

Breathe

You do not know me but I know you. You do not know me, but I was the one who bestowed upon you your first kiss. From the very first moment you inhaled me, setting into motion this lifelong addiction, I have been there. To witness your first of everything: the first human touch, the first touch of sound and the first invasion of darkness by light; revealing to you- your first glimpse of the world.
I have known your deepest fears, innermost desires and darkest hours.
In spite of this, you have looked right through me; not knowing how much we mean to each other. You have taken me in, to push me out every day and yet you do not acknowledge me.
I have felt the tears you’ve cried streak down the mound of flesh that is your cheek. I’ve felt the rushing of myself through the vent ways of you, whilst you laughed without concern.
I am as important to you, as you are to me: you give me a reason to exist and I am part of your survival.
Without me your lungs would close, your heart would cease to beat, thus cutting off the flow of blood that delivers me to every inch of you. Without me you cannot respire, without me your heart would stop, for without me you cannot live. Yet you ignore me.
I have caressed your cheek, when the wind has pushed me forward. I have kissed your lips while you lay sleeping, and when you think you are alone, I surround you with my unheeded presence.
I was your first kiss, along with your first breath and although you do not know me, I will also be your last.

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Referred to by someone as the Stalker’s National Anthem. And looking at it from a certain angle I suppose it could be! I was only talking from the perspective of air. Jawkward.

Jawkward does Romance: Stop and Stare

She didn’t know his name, but he had the most beautiful eyes she’d ever seen in her life.

They were a dark blue hue tinged in a darker green. They were lovely.

Almost as lovely as the word lovely.

Yet he never spoke to her, he would just stare at her whenever they were near each other.

It was most disconcerting.

Especially because she didn’t like being stared at, even if the person had the most beautiful eyes she’d ever seen.

She attempted to speak to him once, just to ask why he stared at her.

She wasn’t very surprised when he didn’t say anything.

He merely smiled secretively and brushed past her.

She wasn’t surprised, but she didn’t like it either.

And it wasn’t like he was mute, she’d heard his voice before; slightly scratchy and deep, it was a rather nice voice.

So why didn’t he speak to her? It made her self-conscious when people stared at her, but on top of that wouldn’t speak to her?

It was irritating, and she didn’t take irritation well.

So one morning while eating breakfast at a diner she spied him outside, just staring at her.

And she decided to stare back, gripping her knife and fork in each hand as she concentrated.

She strained the shit out of her globular organs that morning.

It was a staring competition to end all staring competitions.

But because he was very skilled in the art of staring, she lost.

The staring competition wasn’t the only thing she lost, however.

Placing down her knife, she stood up and calmly walked outside.

She took a deep breath and asked why it was he stared at her.

When he didn’t reply, she stabbed him with her fork.