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23 May 2000, 12:00 am. Monday. At work. 

How is it, that people know my name and I don’t know there’s, never mind hardly even seeing their face before? Sure I don’t tend to remember names at the best of times. Mainly cos I can’t be bothered. So I come back from the work library yesterday and happen to do a hop skip and a jump because I get to go home early. Embarressing enough that someone sees me, but they happy Meghan? I feel like going up to them and saying, ‘Could you forget my name please?’. I don’t know them, why should they know my name? The same thing happened at school. Dammit, how do they do it? I’d like to think it was cos I was odd. But that would be a bit vain, so I just let it go. Usually. Well usually I complain to someone about it, you are that lucky someone this time. 

Hah, look at the time. Another day closer to your death. Whatever way you look at it. Was what you did yesterday worth it? Get to know myself a little better, get a day older, get a days pay, reply to a days e-mails, and a nights unremembered dreams, was it worth it? Jobs are infrastructure, you have to build up income before you can have real fun. Then people forget why they were building up income in the first place. Betting small fun for a long time against big big fun for a short time. Yeah so fun doesn’t sound big and philosophical, but I don’t give a flying fuck. ?  Who said that the greatest deception every man has is that death, which has happened to every single human up to that point won’t happen to him.  [Are you going to make up for this day?]

Also, while on the point, Him/his/Man is refering to the male. Use they for singular generic instead of it. It sounds better. (Damn, that’s a bad pun.) Man => person/human. Mankind => out window.  
 

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