number two

i still dont know what to write about!
i was pretty chuffed to see that a few people have read the blog, ive checked out some other ones and i have come to the conclusion that i need more pictures, its amazing, theyre on the computer which is were im at right now, and i cant bring myself to do it.
i read somewhere that with the advent and speed of which technology develops these days it has become harder and harder for us 'modern apes' to concentrate on any single task, without our minds drifting off on a tangent. this is called micro-boredom, im serious.
i couldve gone to the folder entitled illustrations, go to each ai file, load it up as a psd, convert it to a jpg, i wonder if there anything on youtube i might be interested in? plus theres a dog barking outside, whats he barking at? stupid dogs...
STUPID DOGS! thats it!
ill type stupid dogs into youtube!
and theres an entire afternoon gone.

i remember a train crashed outside my house once, and there were dogs everywhere, which made my dogs go crazy. no one was hurt, but i was interested to see the amount of canines that were snooping around, it was pretty funny. i thought of being a frazzled passenger on the same train and rubbing my eyes thinking, 'ive just been in a train crash and dogs have come to the rescue, truly mans best friend'.
not that they did much, just about as much as the gawkers i suppose.
at least the dogs didnt whip out their camera phones, they both did, tell all their friends about the scene though.  
i arrived home about 15 minutes after the crash had happened and was filled in by people whom id never met before about the accident, it really brought the neighborhood together.
eventually the dogs and i lost interest.
in case your wondering this is a tangent, my name is colm and im a micro-bordem sufferer.

i hope im not alone here, maybe with the stupid dogs i could be.

my first blog entry

this is new to me. i wasnt planning on creating a blog today, and i probably wont tell anyone about it today either. i dont know why, i just have to sit on it and think about it for a while. i dont know exactly what to write about just yet so i might recall an interesting thing that happened to me recently. when i say interesting i could also mean intriguing, but im getting ahead of myself,
the story begins when it began, the date is irrelevant, what is relevant is the jumper i happened to be wearing that day and the shopping centre i chose to visit.
its a medium sized poly-woolen blend pullover with thick black and indescribable green lines running horizontally up it. ive had it for ages and i really like it.
the shopping centre i frequent is situated in broadmeadows, its an ever expanding complex, and i felt the need that day to step in and spend some of my hard earned cash, todays goodies including primarily cds and coffee. (i always budget myself when buying cds to a limit of two, however if its under ten dollars it can be paired with an additional bargain and account for one cd).

after buying what i wanted, i casually began to walk towards the exit of the building, not particularly paying attention to anything, sipping my coffee and feeling content with my purchases.
then all of a sudden i noticed something straight ahead, i was on a constant bearing with a dark haired, exotic, trendy looking/cool, dude, man wearing the exact same jumper as me!
clothing and fashion is an incredible subject. there are so many different things out there to wear, and you probably have a closet full of items that you love to put on, that make you feel great, that you've never seen on anybody else! some items even that others would flat out refuse to wear, i for instance am not accustomed to snake skin pants and denim vests.

but back to the jumper, like i said, ive had it for years and seeing this man approaching, wearing 'my jumper' was an honestly interesting happening.
clothes say a lot about people, and yet here were two seemingly completely different people with, you'd have to assume, different tastes, personalities, likes and dislikes.
yet we had enough in common to buy the exact same jumper, not only that but to keep it long enough to become (as mine has become to me) a 'prized piece' a 'silver dollar' jumper.
slightly romantic it may be, but my feelings nonetheless. still excited of the situation and the upcoming approach i decided to mark the occasion by, as he walked past, saying, 'hey guy, same jumper.'

i dont know what i could've expected from this, but it soon became clear that what in my mind was a meeting of two long lost relatives or even just a queer coincidence, was evidently in his mind, a 'clash of the jumpers', one that he would have to endure and hopefully forget forever, not before he tore the jumper to shreds, punishing it for disgracing him in a public place, ashamed by his own perceived originality.

'whatever man', thats what he said. if i didnt have hot coffee in my hand he might even have told me to 'fuck off' too. and that was it, i paused and dwelled on it for a second, momentarily glancing down at my precious jumper, still happy, still fitting.
i wondered how i should feel, if anything. even if i saw that guy again, i wouldnt recognize him because he most likely threw the jumper into an active volcano.
it was at this point that i realized that clothes can say a lot about a personality but never enough about the actual person.