Right or Wrong Can Be Spelled Like Each Other

I've just finished the second of two orientation days... I wouldn't say I remotely knew anyone I spent it with, so noone else has had to fake interest and indignation at my penchant for pedantry and paranoia... You all know by now I treat you soulless, potentially non-existent yet entirely subservient 'followers'. Like a muted therapist! I dunno just picture someone periodically entering your home at night, duct taping your mouth and telling you their every fault to the most minute and self-depreciating detail, then releasing you and leaving before you can say a thing... that's what I'm li... No, wait, don't think that... Actually, don't think at all, just shut up and listen while I rant for a bit.

Alright, this is nearly a given but it needs to be said nonetheless, I hadn't slept at all the night before, so I enacted my normal routine. Cursing the sun for it's premature emergence removing all chance for me to enjoy the night it ungratefully burst out from and soiled... like a very repentant father... okay, I needed ONE disturbing allegory laced with underlying issues like milk from the Korova... ARGH! Alright, well I got to the train station just in time... no thanks to furiously typical fumbling with getting tickets in machines the right way... like a guy with no self-esteem on his first... You get it? GOOD! Well it was raining... rain is relief, any other obsessive compulsive, non conforming, misery miser will agree. Noone else likes rain, by liking it, you're different so TAKE THAT PACK MENTALITY... Anyway, I totally know women are really into those lonely, mysterious types. You know the ones that never go out of their way to speak to you, treat anything you say with bitter indifference... dreamy... The best part about rain though, the fact that you can't shake the feeling that the heavens are bawling their eyes out at your dedicated resolve against the tragedy that managed to write itself as your life. Well I nearly missed the train, looked like an idiot for wearing a hood, I hadn't slept (Mainly my fault... or Oscar Wilde's if you're myway inclined) and had people staying over which meant the gruelling task of conversation was thrust under me before I could adequately prepare my mask of 'human tolerance' in the morning. So don't feel guilty about pitying me, there's more than enough reason.

So the train. It's a mess of awkward darting. You have to look at everyone in the carriage, no reason, you just have to. BUT WAIT!! You can't be seen looking at anyone, you have to obsess over the fact that someone might be looking at you so can appear thoroughly engaged with whatever's outside the window without that unsightly vacant expression. The fact everyone else is playing the train game too should never come into your head, as soon as you acknowledge that you realise everyone's just looking at the unnatural line of hardy pine. If anyone did see they were in a box of people hypnotised by insects, lame tags and the progression of trees, the existential barrier would be broken, everyone could acknowledge we all really can't live without each other and we're not all that different. We'd cheer and laugh... then the reality that now we'd have nothing to do would set in and we'd just kind of maladroitly stand around looking at our watches in our utopia waiting for meteors or the satisfactory conclusion to the cold war... much like being in a train. You can move around in a train but ultimately it's heading for one destination, someone WAS moving around that day. A shabbily dressed and heavily pierced man entered the carriage and was brutally subjected to the accompanying judgements of the first round of train game. In surrender to the condemning collective stereotype I assume was fogging up the window making my study of introduced plant species in superficial arrangement difficult, he proceeded to ask for money for food.

Yes I'm aware this was supposed to be about orientation day, I know I probably won't get there as this day managed to be as abundant in experience as floating rocks under the Avatar Magical Faraway Tree and I plan to 'humanely' (That word was made for misguided connotations, I swear...) burn it to hell beyond all recognition for the fleeting joy of recounting a morning's experience.

Well, this guy's story was he hadn't eaten for three days. He unloads it on the solicitor next to me. I was waiting for the empty and callous reply the occupation is renowned for and then to have to be faced with the extent of my own charitableness as I was next in line. You can't help but feel sorry for the guy, but you can't help but make judgements... you also can't tell who that statement's directed at... I was actually ready to chastise the lawyer and hand the guy a sandwich I had sitting in my bag. Bare the greed of one man and aggravate the addiction of the other, it's a hell of a twisted notion, mutilating an act of charity like that. Thankfully I didn't have to regret that impulse forever. The solicitor agreed to pay this guy and proceeded to discuss Johnny Cash with the guy. I was dying on the inside at the hands of a grotesque preconception now... and coming to realise just how out of it you'd have to be to ask a student for cash... But as the 'starving' guy talked he started saying how he wanted to get off for a smoke, implying he can afford cigarettes, also that he was visiting a 'friend' in Richmond who scams Centrelink (admittedly a collective of bureaucratic bastardry) for food vouchers. Not only this but he asked the solicitor if he was a regular cocaine user... I shouldn't be surprised, of the multitude of people I've met who were easily better people than I am, a couple are solicitors, but the guy just politely said no and reverted the discussion to movies they both liked. He handed the money over in the end and the guy left. Of course I couldn't condone helping this guy further destroy whatever messed up life he led, but I didn't try to stop it or anything, so where do I get off judging people? Maybe the solicitor was just trying to get rid of him in a quick and effective way he could easily afford, maybe he was being haphazard with someone else's life. Maybe that guy was legitimately starving, maybe he just had a terrible choice in topics to appear on top of things. I honestly don't know. Was sitting there all I could realistically do? Did I have the right to object or to assist? There's no line between right and wrong. We are beyond good and evil. You can't label with these without clairvoyance. I can't give an answer either. Sit idly by if you think it's for the better, make a stand if that will eventuate the occurrence you want. I have no idea, just never lose the ability to admit you were right or wrong or either or both or... You're all smarter than this, you get what I mean.

This really was supposed to be about Orientation... Guess I screwed up, but this just kind of came out instead... Might be a good place to get some administrative stuff out of the way as well in the 'cathartic conclusion' this time, yeah, I only do these to get people feeling more comfortable COMMENTING... so I can have a conversation or something to kill some time. We've recently decided to abandon the post a day plan. It was cruel of us... well, me... (I DON'T HAVE ALOT TO DO ALRIGHT!!!) to expect people to read and communicate daily. Maybe if you're seriously following this blog... (OK... I'M seriously following, but I'm an obsessive Nightmare) you can expect something new usually within three days of the last post, or just get the links off our facebook plugging. And yeah, I'm aware other people have Orientation too, seeing as how I dodged the topic, feel free. A few takes would be ideal, especially from anyone who wants to join, post once, revel in our mindless flattery to gain your approval and then leave us all by the wayside deliriously awaiting the day of your return. It's an easy enough topic to cover, plenty of people can associate and that means COMMENTS!!! Seriously, you have to try these, it's the best thing you can get to massage your ego... way better than 50 'likes' for a stroke of brilliance facebook status. Anyway, if you want in, get in contact with any of our regulars and we'll be sure to send you the invitation.

That's about it for tonight, so well, see you in the comments box... please?!?!