So I was surprised to get two emails today in class about the gentle nudge. Guess what, it worked. (I hate that fucking rhetoric makes me doubt, and truly think, that the previous [i just edited this, further demonstrating the success and my hate of rhetoric class] sentence is improperly structured. It's awesome). So to you two people who bothered to read and click, this one is for you but not really because who the fuck really cares. If we go statistically, those two people probably represent a larger number of people who "glimpsed" my writing. And either a) most people who nudge also follow or b) there is a much larger disparity between following and nudging. So its very possible that only one or none of those two people will actually read this one. Wow, look at all the pointless analysis. Why, I am mighty close to filling up a page.
In a bid to recapture some of that proper rage I had yesterday, I took a look at some more glimpses. Mind you I do this all before going to bed, which just proves I'm an idiot because I have to be up for class, am on call, and am so fucking filled with words; I don't think I've ever met anyone who so loved to his or her internal voice. Moving on. I checked out the glimpses and instead of it being filled with everyone and their mother's attempts at novels (save for you, Sage Children. I'm tempted to follow you just to have a reservoir of rage for when I need it [my blood pressure says no, though]), all I saw today were journals. I don't know if that makes me feel better or worse. BAM, there goes any illusions of uniqueness (did we really have those before though? delusions maybe). Everyone is all "foreskins and mushroom headed penises" or "politics or literature?? Oh Noes! I can't decide!". Two notes: 1) I can totally relate to the second guy (I can't to the first because I'm a dude and not gay so I kind of just accept my penis as is) 2) how fucking cliched (while fully being aware that writings of rage is equally cliched. the RANT is my favored medium). I cannot tell you the number of times I've read the same exact thing from other blogs or journals or from other people live (more awk when it's from an ex-gf or your bestie). But I can't really bring the rage to that. It's not their fault. There's a lot of fucking people out there and statistically, it's just going to happen. Shit just isn't that special (safely knocking out my theory that my little rant yesterday helped clear out some of those fucking stories today).
So that's all I got for now. Less rage, less interesting thoughts. I expect any nudges to drop by at least two. This of course brings up the issue of how quickly can nudges go from a sarcastic comment to something hoped for to something lived for. Oh, the validation of others. SO, to experiment once again: If you follow, please nudge. If you were one of the two people to nudge me yesterday, and are following, please nudge. This experiment will be deemed a result if I get 4 or more nudges (this is a random number sort of, I don't really want to go into the story because it involves law school and who the fuck wants to hear about the most pointless institution in the world. hopefully it is safely grounded in statistics as taught at a school where people who hate math go).
Side note: I really really REALLY fucking love the way the caps look in this font. an ALL CAPS word just looks fucking great. Times New Roman can fuck itself.
In a bid to recapture some of that proper rage I had yesterday, I took a look at some more glimpses. Mind you I do this all before going to bed, which just proves I'm an idiot because I have to be up for class, am on call, and am so fucking filled with words; I don't think I've ever met anyone who so loved to his or her internal voice. Moving on. I checked out the glimpses and instead of it being filled with everyone and their mother's attempts at novels (save for you, Sage Children. I'm tempted to follow you just to have a reservoir of rage for when I need it [my blood pressure says no, though]), all I saw today were journals. I don't know if that makes me feel better or worse. BAM, there goes any illusions of uniqueness (did we really have those before though? delusions maybe). Everyone is all "foreskins and mushroom headed penises" or "politics or literature?? Oh Noes! I can't decide!". Two notes: 1) I can totally relate to the second guy (I can't to the first because I'm a dude and not gay so I kind of just accept my penis as is) 2) how fucking cliched (while fully being aware that writings of rage is equally cliched. the RANT is my favored medium). I cannot tell you the number of times I've read the same exact thing from other blogs or journals or from other people live (more awk when it's from an ex-gf or your bestie). But I can't really bring the rage to that. It's not their fault. There's a lot of fucking people out there and statistically, it's just going to happen. Shit just isn't that special (safely knocking out my theory that my little rant yesterday helped clear out some of those fucking stories today).
So that's all I got for now. Less rage, less interesting thoughts. I expect any nudges to drop by at least two. This of course brings up the issue of how quickly can nudges go from a sarcastic comment to something hoped for to something lived for. Oh, the validation of others. SO, to experiment once again: If you follow, please nudge. If you were one of the two people to nudge me yesterday, and are following, please nudge. This experiment will be deemed a result if I get 4 or more nudges (this is a random number sort of, I don't really want to go into the story because it involves law school and who the fuck wants to hear about the most pointless institution in the world. hopefully it is safely grounded in statistics as taught at a school where people who hate math go).
Side note: I really really REALLY fucking love the way the caps look in this font. an ALL CAPS word just looks fucking great. Times New Roman can fuck itself.
