| I have been putting off xanga-ing for a while, I don't even bother to read other peoples posts.
Its not entirely because I am lazy. And it certainly isn't because I don't have time
( Hello what do i do all day at work :~)
But then I realized that peoples lives aren't as interesting in the text format. I wouldn't mind hearing about your amazing new dog bathing system or how you friend's mom's cat's brother's sister had a paw removed, really I would but I don't want to have to read about it because After the first line my eyes tell my brain that this is stupid and that we should just stick to games. I think that after years of service slaving over a bright screen my eyes need a vacation. but thats too bad. they will have to comply with reduced workload. So please for my I's sake don't make me read anything that isn't more than 4 degrees of separation from me.
If you havent already check out my new site http://www.markthemagnificent.com
I have a blog and everything. and soon after I am proud of my work Ill post" My Top 10 reasons why my blog is better than your xanga/Myspace.
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| The life of a social geek
Social people are known for always being comfortable around
people, inversely the "geek" is more accepted in mechanical lifeless
situations. When asked one would rather converse with the Suave individual whom
can carry on a conversation with ease. Unless that individual was in some need
of direct technical help. The social person dislikes being alone and the geek
treasure it.
But what happens to the middle ground, that poor
illegitimate bastard of a person, who desires to be affluent in socializing but lacks “tack” and
sophistication in communicating well. Don’t misinterpret me, this is not a pity
party, I am not one who lacks self confidence or needs affirmation in
life. If this was one of “those” posts I
would have to kick my own ass on your behalf. What this is as an admission on
my part. To all of you who have ever thought me a jerk or, by any other name
more or less intense, that I most likely did not mean any thing by it. (EXCEPT
for a few of you, you know who you are.) I am the socialite crippled by the
ineptness to convey thoughts or feeling correctly so that they may be
interpreted correctly. I am sorry.
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| I am sick.
I am at work.
I am sickand at work. |
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