You Think You're So Cool...
Why don't you just...
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So I've been thinking, as I do from time to time, about what people wanna read about. What do people wanna know, think about, feel? How can I entertain, inform, show people things of interest?

More over, what the fuck do I have to do to get some responses from people? Some feedback? Some contact?

More and more I think that I need to go boobs. I mean, I'm not that bad of a writer and my content isn't that boring, so it's gotta be that guys can't just write and flirt with the poster on this blog.

This is why I take breaks. Why I say, "I'll post more later." Why I just add shit to the side panel, but don't add content.

I guess the other reason would be is that I'm so god damn busy and tired that thinking about a topic that somebody Might wanna read is just too damn difficult.

Other people sit in their cubes and wanna blow their brains out, so they explode their thoughts into digital space. Me, I'm busy student teaching or in a meeting with little point to them or doing homework or playing online poker. I would say that between poker, reading other people's blogs, pendullumeca, and reading up on sports, I'm a pretty boring person. Maybe that's the main problem. I don't do shit so I've got nothing to say.

I can complain all damn day, but who the hell wants to read about that shit? I mean, we all have problems (or so I'm told;) and mine aren't worse than anyone elses and yada yada yada.

That being said, let me start my rant, as this has given me a springboard.

Why is it that when you're pissing and moaning, and all you really wanna hear is "Yea. Fuck that guy!", somebody turns around and says some shit that contridicts your argument and basically reinforces your enemy's argument (Ok, enemy is a bit strong, but you get my point)?!?

These people are usually your friends too! Ain't That some shit? Makes me wonder why I talk to anybody. If these 'friends' don't understand what I'm asking for and/or can't provide me with the comfort I'm looking for, then what the fuck kinda friends are they anyway?

This is why I have almost no friends as it is. I got sick of the bullshit smiles and listening to their mindless chatter for hours on end. This must be how most people think about me, hence nobody reading this.

So for the people that don't give a shit about me, Truly could care less, Have a Nice Life and Thanks for the Fish.

I've thought that about a million people and counting. It's like the line in Fight Club, "

           JACK
                 I... I don't know.  I guess... when
            people think you're dying, they
            really listen, instead...

                             MARLA
                 -- Instead of just waiting for their
            turn to speak.

Well, for now, I'll leave you all. Per usual, I'll get pictures up soon.

Oh, a new one in the ART BLOG though. Check up top.