BLECK. I'm tired of starting a post then just staring at it. I just stew over this nonsensical piece. Why?Extremely low (non-existent) fan base aside, why? Much like the rest of the human race, I am constantly going things over in my head. Was it funny or clever enough, did it make sense, was it grammatically correct, can they tell I had an Everything bagel and shmear this morning? But you need to remind yourself, or at the very least, I need to remind myself that other people probably don't care as much about you as you do. (Does that read right? Meh, fuck it. It's English.) The reason people aren't hanging on your every word or noticing the stuff you find so blaringly obvious is they're doing the same thing as you. They wonder if anyone is gonna notice that deoderant stain on their shirt, that they've worn the same jeans for 4 days in a row, that they said 'furgle' instead of 'fertile' or that wad of spit that launched across the room when you put a little too much emphasis on the 'ch' when you said spinach.
Now, I could stare at this, preview it 6 times and edit the fuck out of it until it becomes a post over straight up spinach. But fuck that. My initial gut/idea/intuition/ghost spirit angels usually lead me in the right direction. It's just my dumb brain that tries (and succeeds) to ruin it. So here it is. I will reread this sombitch once over and release it into the wild.
Have at it, my friends.
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