Every time I hit another 100 days of this thing, I feel like I accomplished something. I have no idea what I accomplished or if it really is much of an accomplishment at all, but it's like a small anniversary. Though I have no idea what I'm going to do for day 1000. I know I'll eventually hit it, but I have no idea how I'll commemorate it.
That it might come across as a serial format because of the title has been something that's been bothering me a lot recently. I've had a couple people ask me if it's the same theme or if they need to read the rest of it to understand what I'm talking about in the past few months.
I told them yeah... mostly because then they can understand whatever my gibberish-filled ranting actually means if they don't know me personally.
But maybe that's just because they were idiots.
So I'm still debating a name change for this column. Maybe still keep the Day # count and drop the RTOTD title while giving each post it's own title. I don't know. That might take more effort than I care to make.
And on an entirely unrelated note, I was thinking about this the other day...
Am I in the minority here when it comes to messaging people? Am I the only one that virtually NEVER sends unsolicited messages to people that I think are kinda cute? I can count on 1 hand the number of unsolicited messages that I've sent in the past 3 or 4 years total.
But that seems to be the thing that everyone does anymore. Everyone's hustlin. Everyone's trying to see what kind of new connections they make. They might not send out the form-letters to everyone, but it seems like it's the norm to just message people here.
I don't know if it bothers me or what. I don't know if it's my "Oh god, I don't wanna be that asshole that is just another jerkoff sending a cute girl a message" or what. The PCU reference of "don't be that guy" springs to mind everytime I feel compelled to do something like that. I don't know why.
Bah... oh well. I can't really organize my thoughts on that one very much anyway. I don't know exactly what bothers me in the social interaction world right now, but something just feels off and I can't put my finger on it. Like there's a new paradigm and I'm refusing to acknowledge it or play along with it.
So there's a couple hundred disjointed words about nothing. Here's some bullshit/comics/music/porn to amuse yourself with:
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