Bob Strikes Again

I was lying on my bed, thinking of what I've been through and where I might be headed when something painful hit me in the head. It was Bob. He said something to say. I couldn't squeeze in a word. He just kept on talking and talking and talking. Here's the monologue:

Bob: What the fuck are you doing? Shouldn't you be up somewhere reading something or studying something? Or loving someone? It's just like you, you fucking lazy asshole. Lying there, relaxing like there's no tomorrow. You don't know the meaning of pain and suffering. People out there are dying because they don't have food for survival, and there you are, sitting on your lazy ass, and enjoying the finer things in life, even though you don't deserve it. Why, I should smack you like a little bitch right now. Then again, you'll learn your lesson. I guess pain and suffering has to be part of your experience so you'll have some determination to keep your life on track. Boy, you don't know you have it good! It sickens me. You live a life you don't deserve, and you don't even exhert the minimal amount of effort to deserve it. You're a disgrace to your family and what they believe in. Worse of all, you're a disgrace to yourself. Man, you fuckin' suck!

It ended there. I got up, turned on my firefox browser, and started studying this new thing Mark told me about, Ruby on Rails. God, Bob's a pain in the ass, but I try to remember that he's only keeping me in check.