I Can't Believe I Said That
So, I went through a lot of old posts for the first time in a while after sorting through memorbelia in my room at the old place. Went years back to when I was posting multiple times a day, saying many things that were probably far too private and personal for me to say online in a public forum.
I must say that I am more than a little less 'edgy' these days. And by edgy I simply mean that I was an oversexed douchebag with a tendency to get butthurt about shit and shout my frustrations into the aether. Well... I guess I'm still a bit of a douchebag that shouts crap into the aether when he gets annoyed, but nowhere near as much, and nowhere near as crazy (the stuff I shout, not me- I'm still bent as the knee's on a taiwanese whore).
As I was reading these things I wondered what it would be like to actually read the stuff I wrote. To watch all that deranged drama unfold, to witness a continually downward trending spiral in daily installments. I'll admit that many of the adventures and hijinks were rather amusing, remembering them even more so. But the overall outcry and misery of the stuff from long ago, the misery and the spiral of depression. Must have been either disconcerting, or annoying, or simply unbelievable.
I was a headcase. Maybe it was like watching a sope opera for some, maybe some were concerned, maybe some just liked listening to someone as cracked as they were.
In any case, this blog has been (for the most part) a severely unhealthy engagement of mine over the years.
Why did some of you stick with it? Seriously? Mine has not been a reasonable voice over the years.
Adam
I must say that I am more than a little less 'edgy' these days. And by edgy I simply mean that I was an oversexed douchebag with a tendency to get butthurt about shit and shout my frustrations into the aether. Well... I guess I'm still a bit of a douchebag that shouts crap into the aether when he gets annoyed, but nowhere near as much, and nowhere near as crazy (the stuff I shout, not me- I'm still bent as the knee's on a taiwanese whore).
As I was reading these things I wondered what it would be like to actually read the stuff I wrote. To watch all that deranged drama unfold, to witness a continually downward trending spiral in daily installments. I'll admit that many of the adventures and hijinks were rather amusing, remembering them even more so. But the overall outcry and misery of the stuff from long ago, the misery and the spiral of depression. Must have been either disconcerting, or annoying, or simply unbelievable.
I was a headcase. Maybe it was like watching a sope opera for some, maybe some were concerned, maybe some just liked listening to someone as cracked as they were.
In any case, this blog has been (for the most part) a severely unhealthy engagement of mine over the years.
Why did some of you stick with it? Seriously? Mine has not been a reasonable voice over the years.
Adam