Friday, June 12, 2015

wanna have more fun

does being constipated always mean you are full of shit?... yes, words do have multiple meanings and they, words, that is, can be more fun than a barrel of monkey (and just how much fun is a barrel of monkeys, anyway, really?... and did people really put monkeys in barrels to have fun once upon a time?... whatever for?... i mean, just to have fun or was there another purpose for putting monkeys in a barrel?... i suppose there is some weird truth to putting fish in a barrel for the poor marksmen with low self-esteem out there, but monkeys?... people in a barrel i've seen, pickles for sure, but monkeys?... who remembers emily littela?... where are all the brilliant writers these days?... anyone?... hello?... bueller?... maybe they all moved to facebook, which brings me to the whole social media phenomenon and the dichotomy of increased loneliness in spite of the increased connectivity in this instant information age... personalizing for a moment or few, it sucks...

like why do i have more than a thousand facebook friends listed on the frieds page and when something is posted to my wall (others do most of the postings on my wall), i might get one like if even that as if my wall does not even exist... could it be the lack of my real name or image in my profile?... i provide my telephone number, so how much more real and open to inquiry can i get?... i post a dozen links to my web world where i pour myself out without inhibition, so how much more open to scrutiny can i get?... perhaps people are just not interested in me or what i have to offer... worthlessness is not an easy reality to accept, alas, but the reality i experience is that what i have to offer, what i share, the being i am is simply not worth the time of other beings in this world... must be some sort of odor or aura i present that repels the mature human species... i mean, animals and children generally approach freely... insects certainly like me... so when i am asked by those who want to use facebook as a means of communication why i do not like facebook, i should simply be blunt and say because nobody likes me on facebook which is depressing and i don't want to go anywhere that is depressing... maybe what mayes sense to me doesn't make sense to others...

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all the previous poll votes were somehow erased, so, nevermind... ironically or coincidentally or whatever, the results were very close in practical numbers to the results above shown with just three votes, if you understand the mathematics behind that extrapolative reasoning... i will probably remove the poll at some point... it is a ridiculously useless feature...

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