Showing posts with label insightful. Show all posts
Showing posts with label insightful. Show all posts

Friday, August 27, 2010

A Thought Just Dawned Upon Me

I know that only like three or four people have actually read this blog, and all of them are my friends who know me relatively well. The point of this short exposition is to ask...

What would someone who has never even met me think about me from reading my blog?

To make a point clear, I could care less about what 83.8 to 97.8 percent out the billions of people in the world think of me. This is more a case of intellectual curiosity than anything of that nature. I've been told by my friends who read this blog that the way I write sounds exactly like things I would say and how I would say it in real life. I know that may sound redundant (Of course it sounds like you, you fucking wrote it!), but it's harder than it looks. I am not really sure that an outsider would even partially get who I am from reading this blog. Everything that is written here is the stuff that I don't care if anyone reads, but all of the things I regard as personal or private I don't write about here or anywhere else for that matter. Even the slightly more personal posts leave out necessary details I would rather not write, and I immediately deleted that one very personal post I made one time when I was really pissed.

The Internet is one vast public form after all, and it's never a good idea to display one's entire life for all the world to see. A complete stranger would need more than the random ramblings posted here and my very brief profile info to really know who the hell I am.

I could go on with this and even add a discussion about social psychology, motivation, and personality tests, but I'm getting a little sick of how serious I'm being right now and miss the the humor a bit.

So, I'm ending this for now...

Tuesday, January 26, 2010

I Don't Think Anyone Will Ever Read This

I seriously doubt it.

No one is ever going to know about this blog. I might tell some people, but chances are that I won't.

I mean I am not a very sociable person at all and am more of a loner. In fact, I try to avoid most social situations like the plague. Even though being somewhat sociable on the Internet seems like it would be easier than in real life since it's not in person, but so far it hasn't worked for me. Perhaps, it's just my general hatred of what the Internet has done to the English language or the endless depth of depravity, but it's not my cup of tea.

For example, I have joined several forums before, most of which I can't actually remember, and have had mixed results. One time it worked out pretty well, but I stopped posting when I lost my Internet connection for a while and never posted again. Another time I could not understand what the hell someone had typed. Learn goddamn English! On my last attempt, I made a post in a forum on a topic asking "What is your IQ?". I answered with 146, which is my IQ. Unfortunately for me, I was typing fast and didn't realize I misspelled one word. Within five minutes, I had been insulted about 86 times on how much of an idiot I was. I quit after that.

I hate MySpace, Facebook, and most of that other social site crap. I'm just giving it another chance with this blog even though there will be little social interaction overall.

So unless someone happens upon this blog for whatever reason, this will not be read most likely. Which begs the question,  

"What the hell is this all for?"

Monday, January 25, 2010

For the Love of All That is Good and Holy

O, God... what... have... I... done... what I think I just did ten seconds ago. I have created a blog.

I will repeat it again so it sinks in a little better.
I have just created a blog.

The ramifications of my action (or inaction) today may very well impact the entire human race or have no real effect in the grand scheme of things. Either one will work. Heads, the Apocalypse. Tails, absolutely nothing at all. It's a lose/I don't care situation.

May God have mercy on all of us or at least me. And I guess the people I actually care about and 5/8 of my family. Definitely not that guy who stole my Gameboy in the 3rd grade. He can suffer for all eternity for all I care. Bastard.