more blathering drivel
I need to lean harder on this blog. Every time I think I have a pithy thing to say or a thought to share or whatever, I should come here. Not twitter, not vine, not google plus, nor any other effort that tries to get a response. I don't get them and it depresses me. I won't expect it from here so I won't get as depressed once I've killed the habit of spitting out material on social networks.
I'll use vine to share Timmy I suppose, but I suspect if I just quit nobody'll notice so I'll see.
After six months other people have soared into vine popularity on the strength of something as lame as "Hello folk, I'm ___ name, and I'm getting a haircut!" Seriously, there's a guy who's popular simply for his cheery hello. I can't understand why but I am still sitting with about 400 followers, mostly spam or idle people who aren't actually active, and I am still lucky to count 10 likes on the good vines. Who could help but notice the disparity? Even that crazy whining bitch out on the coast has more followers and all she does is stick her face all over the frame big enough to count her pores and complain about something else! I quit following her today, realizing she probably wouldn't miss me as much as I'd like out of the whiner circult. I was reaching out for awhile, trying to help her with all those complaints, but like others in this world, it's not effective. I am still amazed I got through to Tom and even there it's like watching a child try and resist touching the sparkly things. He's been off the diet more than on it this year. In his case, it's a diet, not a lifestyle. And then I start to hate myself for being so goddamn judgmental. That's when I realize the only fair thing short of suicide is to teach myself to just shut the fuck up already and leave 'em alone. They don't like you, Yolanda. Not any of them. No, there isn't some special place where more than one person can stand you. There isn't a place where you can shine, there isn't a place, Yolanda, where you are important. Ever. Not in the past, not in the present, not in the future, so be a silent fucking housewife and consume like a good citizen.
So yeah, i need to realy lean on this blog. Nobody reads it, nor ever will, which feels unsatisfying, but there you have it. If you wrote this crap on paper, someone would probably find it and read it justo ouut of curiousity. If you wrote it in a file, same thing. Putting it out on the web as though you WANT fame, guaranteed shunning. If there's one thing you can count on in this world, it won't give you what you ask for.
I'll use vine to share Timmy I suppose, but I suspect if I just quit nobody'll notice so I'll see.
After six months other people have soared into vine popularity on the strength of something as lame as "Hello folk, I'm ___ name, and I'm getting a haircut!" Seriously, there's a guy who's popular simply for his cheery hello. I can't understand why but I am still sitting with about 400 followers, mostly spam or idle people who aren't actually active, and I am still lucky to count 10 likes on the good vines. Who could help but notice the disparity? Even that crazy whining bitch out on the coast has more followers and all she does is stick her face all over the frame big enough to count her pores and complain about something else! I quit following her today, realizing she probably wouldn't miss me as much as I'd like out of the whiner circult. I was reaching out for awhile, trying to help her with all those complaints, but like others in this world, it's not effective. I am still amazed I got through to Tom and even there it's like watching a child try and resist touching the sparkly things. He's been off the diet more than on it this year. In his case, it's a diet, not a lifestyle. And then I start to hate myself for being so goddamn judgmental. That's when I realize the only fair thing short of suicide is to teach myself to just shut the fuck up already and leave 'em alone. They don't like you, Yolanda. Not any of them. No, there isn't some special place where more than one person can stand you. There isn't a place where you can shine, there isn't a place, Yolanda, where you are important. Ever. Not in the past, not in the present, not in the future, so be a silent fucking housewife and consume like a good citizen.
So yeah, i need to realy lean on this blog. Nobody reads it, nor ever will, which feels unsatisfying, but there you have it. If you wrote this crap on paper, someone would probably find it and read it justo ouut of curiousity. If you wrote it in a file, same thing. Putting it out on the web as though you WANT fame, guaranteed shunning. If there's one thing you can count on in this world, it won't give you what you ask for.