I think the title says it all. Just a quick few lines to update the status of this particular web address. I confess I have gotten a bit lax in updating and writing things for your pretty eyes to read. And I apologize. But, no more! I’m going to blow the dust off this rusty … Continue reading
“Every time I look at you I get a fierce desire to be lonesome.”
– Oscar Levant
I would like to say that this is simply one of those pithy, sarcastic quotes that comes from being a generally pissy sarcastic ass, but as I was typing it up for the day, I sadly realized that it’s so much more than that. As a human with a Facebook account, and a decent amount of “friends,” largely from being in one place for too long, my newsfeed everyday is filled with, for lack of a better word, shit. And it’s all kinds of shit; political shit- some I agree with, some I don’t; whiny shit; my-kid-is-more-awesomer-than-your-kid shit…just general BS. But then, there’s the other kind of shit. The kind that actually makes you lose hope in humanity and want to hit things. Hard, with a hammer. I’ve watched, and sadly on some occasion participated in, couples and friends breaking up and tearing each other down, hate towards others due to some trait or something else trivial, personal attacks, and what I’ve dubbed “vaguebooking,” in which you passive-agreesively take stabs at one thing or another. Now, I’m happy to say that I’ve gotten markedly better in regards to all of those things, and keeping my own personal life drama off of that particular form of public domain. However, I still get on everyday (I’m guessing because I secretly hate myself) and watch passively as people treat themselves and other horrifically, and you know what? It make me happy that my friendship group in real life is small and my dating life is non-existant. Because there is no reason ever to put yourself through that kind of crap. No reason to be attacked, put down, walked on, or bullied by people. At all, ever. Not for friends and especially not for a significant other.
“I didn’t attend the funeral, but I sent a nice letter saying I approve of it.” -Mark Twain. This man has summed up my feelings on like 99% of the world. Apparently that makes me unapproachable. Hallelujah.