the art of ranting

i really like sleep,
it makes me feel much better,
i wake up refreshed.

yawning is stupid,
a loud noise and open mouth,
plus it is stupid.

under my duvet,
so comfortable and warm,
my pillow is soft.

insomnia is here,
it's stopping me from sleeping,
time to count some sheep.

haikus about sleeping,
i've written four already,
this shall be my fifth.

now i shall go sleep,
it's three twenty-four a.m.,
to my nice warm bed.

-boyd

society would have me believe that yes, i am indeed an adult. i mean after all i am fully grown, twenty-four years old, classed as unemployed and look at pornography...
but nobody can explain what it feels like to be an adult, i feel no different now than i did ten years ago when i was apparently a teenager, or from years before that when i would have been explained away as a child (although i suppose i was less insecure and afraid of the future back then, but that doesn't make me an adult).
so what the hell is an adult then?
i always thought adulthood was the time in your life when you could do more stuff, when you waved goodbye to age restrictions, had sex with everyone and watched horror movies when i was a kid but now i just don't know.
technically and bioligically there's nothing preventing people from doing those last two things when they're children, and you don't have to be past a certain age limit to ignore it, look at all the supposed underage drinking, smoking, sex and watching of "adult" themed television shows and movies that's going on these days.
if being an adult just means being able to do something and not get told off for it then wouldn't society just be better off if everyone was a child? but then if there were no adults then who would tell us off? it would be utter chaos.
so by using that theory an adult is a person that imposes restrictions and stops people from doing what they want to do, well if that's what being an adult really is about then screw it, i don't want to be an adult.
the adult world is shit, it's full of complicated stuff like laws, jobs, money, relationships, housing, mortgages, marriage, the "future", driving, responsibility, babies and dying.
i haven't got a job, i haven't got any money, i'm not and nor have i ever been in a relationship, i live with my parents, i'm in the south of england so i wouldn't be able to afford a mortgage on my own, i can't get married unless i meet somebody, i can't see a future for myself, i don't drive, i hate responsibility, i can't have babies on my own and i'm afraid of dying, and all of this is because i'm an adult.
as a kid i can't get a job and have no real need for money, i hate girls, my parents look after me, i can't even spell mortgage let alone know what it is, i can't get married because i hate girls, i think the future is going to be like the transformers and i'll drive a flying car and get robots to do things for me, babies are for girls and i HATE girls and nobody is honest with me about death... "hammy has gone to heaven to play with all the other hamsters" well if we had bought all the hamsters in the pet shop like i wanted he could have stayed HERE and played with the other hamsters damnit!
if somebody reading this knows what being an adult actually is then please, don't tell me, i don't want to be one.
-boyd

yes i have created another blog, a place where i can break free of the restrictions i set myself for my other blog in which i avoided politics, ranting, videogames and my alter-ego - BOYD1981, although in truth i probably have more in common with boyd than i do with c...
whereas c would strive to avoid conflict during a debate, boyd will rip your face off and eat it. so i must warn you that if you like c you may not like boyd, for the most part i try keep boyd out of my real life and off my other blog, although if you know me as boyd you'll be able to spot where i've let myself slip through into the world of the mundane and generally quite normal and non-chaotic.
but enough of this introductory garbage and on with the rantology - the act of over the top ranting, some people could misinterprit this as just complaining but those people are stupid and don't understand that ranting is a skill that can take years to perfect.
the rantologists main tool of the trade is an irc client, this allows you to become part of an online community and be more like yourself than real life limits you.
a rant usually stems from one simple mild annoyance and can last several minutes and end up covering a wide range of topics and becoming about something completely different, this first annoyance should be treated like the root of a tree, it is small and rather insignificant but it has the potential to become huge, branch out and bare fruit with which other trees are born...
don't get me wrong though, this blog isn't just a place for me to be angsty and talk about how much i hate everything (people that say this often don't mean it whereas i actually DO hate everything and am confident enough in my hatred to not have to keep reminding myself as every day occurences are quite capable of fulfilling that task) and just be some spotty oik that has just discovered the meaning of angst, far from it.
this is a general purpose blog and will cover a wide variety of subjects, one post could be negative whereas the next will be positive, one could be about how pathetic the human race is, another post could be about how good or bad a game i recently played is, i might even just post short stories or weird little poems and perhaps even random words, we'll just have to wait and see as for the timebeing i do not have a plan...
so with these words i declare this blog open.
-boyd