I originally planned to write nothing today. My plans have changed a touch because someone very thoughtfully ensured that I am pissed off at 1 am and 5 hours before I have to be up for more mind-numbing repetitive tasks.
Exhibit A: This is a profile at a dating website.
I used this dating website for a while. I deleted my original profile when one raving crazy wouldn't leave me alone. Alas, I still had friends on this website that would frequently send me links to their stuff on said website. Until a few hours ago, this profile sat entirely empty.In fact, until tonight, it didn't even have a picture. As you all can see, I decided to go with a very risque side of face, ear, and hair shot. It has the extra blurry on it to enhance the hotness. I decided, on a very bored whim (extra bored actually), to fill out one sentence on one of the sections of the profile.
That sentence was "I am gloriously flawed."
There was no good reason for it.
Unfortunately, the moment I did this, the site insisted upon me filling out the rest. The site is actually rather adamant about not only having one line. So I filled out the rest for kicks and giggles. As you all can see, the whole first section pretty much says that. Apparently it wasn't said plainly enough for some people but that's what I get for thinking I can write.
My Self-Summary
"This site doesn't like people that do not have much to say.
Don't they know that sometimes the best thing a person could say is nothing at all?
So, I will continue writing in this space to appease the great OKC gods in their servers.
A closed mouth gathers no foot and an empty profile attracts no idiots. "
(You all may notice this has been added to now if you click on the link above)
No wonder I did badly in critical method. My ability to say something without saying something is badly interpreted.
When asked about what I was doing with my life, I put up very real, very serious information:
What I’m doing with my life
I even made what I thought was a clever little joke since it's a dummy profile:
I’m really good at
I thought I was being clever but not clever enough for Sherlock Stones!
The first things people usually notice about me
Dear God! I'm putting myself out there like a red light district whore with all that quoting of Dickinson.
I spend a lot of time thinking about
Perhaps Sherlock should ask why I might be thinking about that. There's a reason. In fact, Sherlock might be the one person on the whole planet that would understand, or at least that is what I thought.
If Sherlock had paid attention, Sherlock might have noticed that this was a profile full of old blog references, movie references, and jokes that only people that know me would get.
So why am I up explaining myself at 1:00 am?
HEY YOU! YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE!
I didn't deserve what you handed me. If you want to be mad at me about a myriad of other things, feel free. Don't paint me with your brush because it's easier to do that than deal with decisions that have been made.
******edited to add*****
Now that several hours have passed (and one mildly enlightening conversation), Carry on Folks. There is nothing to see here. If you folks will excuse me, I'm off to find a hard cider. 10 am is a perfect time for hard cider!
