OK, I feel so incredibly lame.
Today I got take-out from a restaurant up the street from my house. Didn't feel like sitting alone watching others eat and talk. But take-out also seemed pretty pathetic, like I was throwing a spotlight on myself. Hey, look! I'm taking food to my house to eat alone while watching the Simpsons!
Just got a call from my bank offering me additional life insurance so my beneficiaries can benefit from my death. Midway through the speil I said I would have to decline the offer because I have no beneficiaries. The guy continued on, adding that it would apply to anyone I chose. So I said I have enough money saved to pay for my funeral and there was no reason to get additional insurance because I was alone. He seemed unable to recover from that.
But it makes me feel sad that I have to declare my complete aloneness to get people to stop trying to sell me stuff that will benefit these fictitious "special people" in my life.
I am seriously considering joining a convent. Like, seriously. I'm pretty sure telemarketers can't call you there.
Currently listening :
Where's Wolfie
By Wolfie
Release date: 06 April, 1999
8:36
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