It seems
like I'm everywhere, but I don't get out much. What I didn't know is that a lot
of people think it is a choice I made at one point in my life, like a monk that
all the sudden decided to hang out with god and nobody else. Nah, real talk, I
have that issue where I can't be outside or in big crowds for too long without
losing my shit. Not proud of it, it just is.
If you have been following my breadcrumbs of
past stories you may have noticed that this was not always the case, as a kid I
was the absolute opposite. Being inside any enclosed space, or alone, was the
pits, to the point I would drive anybody around me so crazy they would kick me
out, then, Adventuretime.
I am not sure what happened between then and
now, but I have my theories. My main theory being that the older I got,
the darker the adventures got, and the experiences and people dripped my
enthusiasm for humanity over time to the point where I am no longer exited to
see what's around the corner.
Now I see every person as basically the same
with some ID/Ego variance, every home disintegrates over time, what
is the point, that sort of thing. Add the fact that if applied properly the
internet grants it's user a functionally agile form of omniscience,
and grocery stores deliver. Well, that's just a comfy
blanket.
These days a lot of RL people remark, "You
look like the type of person that gets out all of the time." I have no
idea what the fuck that means, I think it is because I look and dress like some
nerd/rapper hybrid that image conflicts his occupation and passions. A fish out
of water, off land, in the cloud.
But I've always taken it as a compliment, as in,
I am somehow hiding my grab-bag of crippling social anxieties in plain sight.
Is it better to be seen as an asshole, or a person that has no idea how to
interact with the other people inhabiting the world? I make that dice roll
everyday, with a 80% "Asshole" crit rate.
A buddy and I were talking about the convention
season coming up, and how work forces whole industries of the same type of shut
ins into an enclosed space full of their worst nightmare, a bunch of people
they don't know, dressed as characters from the soul stealing life strangling
creations of their mind, that actually want to talk to them. Awesome, right?
No, it's fucking terrifying.
Want to know how to tell Marketing/PR/Executive
from Programming/Design/QA at these events? The first group are noted for
eye contact, smiles, and being able to find them.
My buddy noticed that a few of my invisible
bosses can be honest about this state, And made me promise to call my shit out,
so here it is. I am not too cool for school, I am not on some
"other" shit. The truth is this waking life scares me, and I am
figuring out how to take care of that. Whatever.
Ok, good yea? so cheesy. Now the news.
If anyone was wondering what the office pics were
about. No one that has been paying attention for the last ten
years should be surprised by this. Personally, I liked the
guy, despite himself. He was the video game Jack Donaghy, without a Liz Lemon for balance and perspective.
He fucked up though. Bad, like, stakeholders meeting, bring out the sacrifice, bad. It is what it is. And, "Resigned?" Yeah, alright buddy.
He fucked up though. Bad, like, stakeholders meeting, bring out the sacrifice, bad. It is what it is. And, "Resigned?" Yeah, alright buddy.
I guess. Everything is about to go so open source
so soon. No wizard, no Emerald City, no guy behind the curtain. So lame. Hold onto your butts.
It's not special if you give us flowers every
day. At some point it becomes theft. Thank you though, Daddy.
Oh shit these n#$%z making card games now! I
just... I'll play it but, it seems kind of "below them." That sounds
bad, is that bad?
I hope information gets out and
enjoys itself a bit in the future, then chokes on it's medium rare
steak, then gets a Heimlich from a former UFC champ, then hangs out
with said champ and comes to find that UFC fighters are not bad folks, and then
some girl falls off a barstool. Too soon? Oh yeah, Jerbz.
