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31: Drunk friends who suddenly contact me at random and say HEY WHAT ARE YOU DOING UP LATE PLAYING VIDEO GAMES BRO MAYBE YOU SHOULD GET A JOB.

I HAVE A JOB. IT’S CALLED COLLEGE. I AM FURTHERING MYSELF SO I CAN GET A BETTER JOB AND EAT MACARONI AND CHEESE FOR FOUR YEARS WHILE I WEAR MYSELF DOWN WITH ENDLESS AMOUNTS OF STRESS. IT’S TIME TO STOP TALKING TO PEOPLE WHILE YOU’RE DRUNK. JUST BECAUSE YOU DON’T HAVE A BREAK BAGGING GROCERIES AT ALBERTSONS DOES NOT MEAN YOU GET TO IMPLY I’M A LAZY SLACKER BECAUSE I GET TIME TO PLAY VIDEO GAMES AT THREE IN THE MORNING.

32: Not being coherent enough…

33: Not trying hard enough (some people say I try too hard, but my sense of perception is very jumbled at times).

34: Not reading enough books.

35: My trial and error method of problemsolving. Trial and error things are a natural thing to me, but it’s sometimes ineffective and sometimes costly. I’d like to develop another method of problemsolving.

36: Worrying that bad things might happen to me.

Bad things happen. They are inevitable, but I keep thinking that somehow if I devote enough time to avoiding them, consciously thinking about every step I take and every action I make (I didn’t want to sound like that old song), that somehow I’ll be invulnerable. I believe it’s called preventative action.

But not even preventative action can save me or anyone else from awful, terrible things. So it’s really not worth worrying about.

37: The horrifyingly high cost of medical care (this is not a repeat, I swear). I watched Sicko and I remembered the story from the beginning about the guy who had to choose between two digits on his hand because he couldn’t afford to reattach them both when they were severed. And this worries me a lot.

Then I remembered HillaryCare and PNAC and despite that issue really pissing me off, I won’t get into that because that’s another can of worms, and despite my political affiliations (self-appointed Obamaite), I don’t want to offend the readers and get myself on a ‘100 things that piss me off’ list. (1: THE GUY WHO WRITES IN DETAIL ABOUT HIS LIFE WHO INSULTED MY BELIEFS. 2: THAT GUY, I MEAN, SERIOUSLY, WHAT IS HIS DEAL?)

38: The DRM measures on the newest EA games. I want to play them. But I hate activation measures and I hate being told how many times I can reinstall my game. That’s not effective at all, it hurts the consumer and it doesn’t affect the pirate. I really was looking forward to Red Alert 3.

39: I’ve got a collection of Chekhov stories sitting unread on my tabletop counter and it’s been unread because I’ve been playing Colonization, which was my favorite game when I was a small child. Go figure.

40: When you are small and you hear that the only friend you’ve really ever loved in the world during a dark, dark time gets run over in the street by a drunk hick and his monster truck tires at three in the morning.

21: Getting worried over my college grades and then realizing that I’m doing just fine (even if I failed a class). This constant stress is taking it’s toll on me.

22: Other players in Left4Dead. Somehow, there’s the one jerk who tries to cheat through the game, act rudely and yell at other players for not playing as well as they are, and generally being douchebags over a video game.

23: Me acting like one of the people in 22 and then suddenly realizing it.

24: Me realizing how screwed up my teeth are and how much I’m going to have to pay to get them fixed.

25: Living in a town with a terrible economy and no jobs whatsoever.

26: Having to go to college because there’s no money to be found. That is not the reason you should ever go to college – and who knows if there will be any sort of job after you get out in your respective field? Not to mention the crushing debt from student loans which I am not looking forward to at all. I’m surprised there was a refund involved in going to college, though. It’s something, but it’s not enough to live on at all.

27: Medical bills – I had to go in for emergency surgery for gallstones and my family, while I sat there in a cot sweating and staring at the television in a morphine addled haze, was able to negotiate the bill down to a small sum. Small enough, I’ve realized, for my family to ignore while it all goes on my credit rating. And I believed them like the naive little moron I was. Now I’ve got a major hit on my credit rating and my family doesn’t really care about helping me out – their advice is just to ignore it. I refuse to take that for an answer. I guess this is more about financial responsibility rather than the bills themselves, which leads to…

28: Not being responsible enough.

29: And never having enough money.

30: One more thing – I hate Myspace. It’s the ugliest social networking site I’ve seen – and probably the most broken too. When I was there I got hit every time with security exploits that forced me to change my password constantly all so I could keep in contact with a bunch of people. I can do the same thing in real life and I won’t have to watch every single click or tell people to change their passwords because spammers are using their accounts to send spam.

I want to travel the world and unintentionally anger people from other cultures with my hamhanded American arrogance.