That is my word, but you may have it. Was I a git yesterday? Reading it over, I think I was sort of a git. When I’m on my high horse high enough, it’s hard to see the ground down below.
I don’t honestly expect anyone to care if I like them or not. Likely you have something better to do. To my mind it was a fascinating subject because we’re dealing with interactions based from the earliest stage on anonymity.
Being anonymous is great, but not in a creepy ‘invisible man’ kind of way. Rather, for writing- I experience a few misgivings when I start to actually get to know people and actually care what they think on a blog. It has to effect how you write. We put filters in play automatically and play to those who influence us most. That’s part of the human condition.
But here, in this place, what determines like, attraction, influence? How accurately do you think a personality is communicated through the writing voice? Today those questions are gonna be all just very rhetorical, because… Ive already tormented a kind stranger with this knowledge, and a less strange other kind. Here goes: My head hurts.
After careful consideration, I’ve decided not to be strong or stoic about this. What I would like is sympathy and a liberal dousing of babying. My noggin hurts like holy hell. I involuntarily wedged my head between my knees earlier, not because I’m limber and a show-off, but because it seemed actually to ease the pain.
Pet me. Coddle me. Where the fuck are you putting your hands, mister?
There was a point here.. No there wasn’t, but I wanted to mention my incense at this little fact: I’m getting repeater spams! Scan reruns! I’m telling you, suleman bello already solicited me for an African Bank transaction, I remember the name!
I remember, cus at the time I remarked to myself how that name seemed close to Saul Bellow. Whom I have not successfully read, but whom my friend Tim has read in depth, and he tells me stuff, so he’s like a walking, talking Cliff Notes. (Am I being a git again?) I think it’s an outrage, and I’m not editing this so if the post doesn’t make sense, it’s okay, but if you’re going to spam one of your head-hurty, scam-prone brethren (sistren?) for fuck sake, be original.
I actually read the first lines of those thing; there’s always the minor possibility someone’s using the old scam standard to send me a message in code. I don’t know why, or how come they’d have the time to go to such elaborate measures if they couldn’t tell me what was wrong normally, but the possibility exists, vaguely and microscopically, all the same.
You know, the thing really kinda interesting about yesteday’s post and the responses, was that a whole lot of people wrote or commented that they felt paranoid or nervous that they might be the negative example that I illustrated.
Why do we do that? I do it too. With all the other options, and no indication of bad feelings, I still focus on the negative. It’s not right somehow. Love yourselves, little weebles! You’re all enchanting in your own right. Love yourselves, and don’t worry, but please clean up when you’re done. I can’t face Hasbro secretions today, see… I’ve got a headache.