new me...well, new blog direction, anyway...
i haven't written anything in a long time and, honestly, it's because i'm busy and have become incredibly private/paranoid about what i put out in the ether. so, i don't really have any interest in talking about me and my personal life so much as random experiences.
i attribute this shift to two things:1 ) my boyfriend who is, actually, incredibly private and sorta paranoid. mostly because he's technologically retarded and doesn't understand privacy settings, but, in all fairness, has a point. plus, i respect his right to not blab about our relationship to anyone with ears...or eyes, for that matter, and 2) the fallout with my best friend over said boyfriend. the details are not important, but the virtue of keeping things to oneself has become incredibly relevant and vital to my own sanity. the state of our friendship has revived the super secretive side of me that i haven't employed for years and was once only used to avoid scandal. my actions this time were not scandalous and the situation was not really about him and would've happened for one reason or another, but the aftermath of it all was a general clamming up on my part. better safe than scarred, i say.
they say that girls look for their dad's --for better or for worse-- in men and i have, clearly, latched on to the paranoid, hilarious, and crazy part of my dad. constantly prefacing quirky stories with, "my beautiful, crazy man," he is incredibly sensitive about his private life and pretty sure the FBI is tracking him...just like dad. dad not so much the FBI, but "Big Brother" in the abstract. both have fair points, because technology is this quasi-amorphic bit of magic that we don't have much control over, unless you play World of Warcraft or went to MIT.
this being supported by the fact that mere moments ago a voice projected out of my computer speakers, briefly and loudly, in a foreign language. now, where i live i'm no stranger to non-English speakers, but i am a bit disconcerted by the ability to hear this guy through a speaker that is only connected to my computer. it felt very "Frequency" to me. i have no interest in speaking to the dead, even if they're related.
all of this prefacing was leading up to something and now i can't remember what it is. i don't want to "Draft" this because it'll just join the ranks of 17 other drafts i've composed in the last year. so, i'll end, but not before i say two things: 1) look for more anecdotal nonsense to come your way, because i have been ripe with silliness my whole life and i've been letting that freak flag fly lately and 2) i actively had to stop myself from posting a pithy, yet hilarious, comment on a friend's Facebook status forced to recognize that, while i have great affection for him, he has grown way too humorless for the likes of a frivolous me. he also went from being a prosecuting attorney in TX to a preacher so...no surprise, i suppose.
the comment was pretty funny, though.
i attribute this shift to two things:1 ) my boyfriend who is, actually, incredibly private and sorta paranoid. mostly because he's technologically retarded and doesn't understand privacy settings, but, in all fairness, has a point. plus, i respect his right to not blab about our relationship to anyone with ears...or eyes, for that matter, and 2) the fallout with my best friend over said boyfriend. the details are not important, but the virtue of keeping things to oneself has become incredibly relevant and vital to my own sanity. the state of our friendship has revived the super secretive side of me that i haven't employed for years and was once only used to avoid scandal. my actions this time were not scandalous and the situation was not really about him and would've happened for one reason or another, but the aftermath of it all was a general clamming up on my part. better safe than scarred, i say.
they say that girls look for their dad's --for better or for worse-- in men and i have, clearly, latched on to the paranoid, hilarious, and crazy part of my dad. constantly prefacing quirky stories with, "my beautiful, crazy man," he is incredibly sensitive about his private life and pretty sure the FBI is tracking him...just like dad. dad not so much the FBI, but "Big Brother" in the abstract. both have fair points, because technology is this quasi-amorphic bit of magic that we don't have much control over, unless you play World of Warcraft or went to MIT.
this being supported by the fact that mere moments ago a voice projected out of my computer speakers, briefly and loudly, in a foreign language. now, where i live i'm no stranger to non-English speakers, but i am a bit disconcerted by the ability to hear this guy through a speaker that is only connected to my computer. it felt very "Frequency" to me. i have no interest in speaking to the dead, even if they're related.
all of this prefacing was leading up to something and now i can't remember what it is. i don't want to "Draft" this because it'll just join the ranks of 17 other drafts i've composed in the last year. so, i'll end, but not before i say two things: 1) look for more anecdotal nonsense to come your way, because i have been ripe with silliness my whole life and i've been letting that freak flag fly lately and 2) i actively had to stop myself from posting a pithy, yet hilarious, comment on a friend's Facebook status forced to recognize that, while i have great affection for him, he has grown way too humorless for the likes of a frivolous me. he also went from being a prosecuting attorney in TX to a preacher so...no surprise, i suppose.
the comment was pretty funny, though.
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