The Incredible Hulk

I feel like the Incredible Hulk nowadays, consumed by angst and frustrations and rage that is only contained by indulging in escapist activities like reading and watching TV and sleeping. If my mind is left alone with nothing to do, it goes on a mental rampage thrashing houses and banishing people to outer space.

I'm tired of people, tired of their egoistic and inflated sense of self importance thinking they're God's gift to mankind, tired of their senseless nice-sounding talk which is empty and devoid of meaning and sincerity, tired of their constant complaining and criticism in the guise of old-age wisdom and sense, tired of cheap talk and worthless promises. I'm just tired of it all and wish these people will all go away. The worse thing is, it's become a way in which the world works - over-promising and under-delivering, all in the name of "marketing yourself".

I'm no saint by no means, but I think I at least don't hide behind a wall of drivel. I say what I mean, and I mean what I say. I don't make things sound better than they really are, and I certainly fulfill what I say I'll do. Somehow, it seems to be the norm now to be a talker, never mind sincere or not, hiding behind a bunch of high rhetoric and highfalutin.

Bah!