Harry Potter or Red-Light District?
This PostSecret shit is a really stupid idea. (Relatedly, the fact that the All-American Rejects ripped off such a shitty idea for such a shitty song is appropriately shitty and I guess I shouldn't be surprised, but it's still depressing.) Is it really going to be some kind of expiation to write down something you're afraid of and mail it off to the benevolent gods of web-induced self-pity? You know that an overwhelming majority of this shit isn't even real. I could easily make up tons of dumb shit like this, if I weren't so busy doing other, more productive things - like playing Minesweeper. But you know what the most disappointing part abotu the whole thing? You can fucking buy this shit in print form - from not only Barnes & Noble, but Chapters, Amazon, and (I thought this touch was particularly endearing) "your favorite independent bookstore." I guess that an idea as innovative and anti-establishment as PostSecret deserves space in places where their target hipster audience hangs out - and, you know, on Amazon, because that's definitely not the epitome of the establishment against which the anonymous contributors to PostSecret are rebelling. Stupid fucks. If I felt that the only way I would be remembered in a meaningful way would be to make a cute, pseudo-indie postcard collage full of my deepest darkest secrets and mail it off to some company who would exploit my torment for their financial gains, I'd save on postage and just go ahead and kill myself.
Additionally, I'm really tired of having to share my fucking space. All I want is a couple hours a week to be alone with my boyfriend and have a little sex that's not being forced into becoming a for-the-all-time-land-speed-record session. That's all. But apparently that's asking way too much, because it's been something like twenty-two weeks since the beginning of this school year and I have yet to get it. That's absolutely top-the-fuck-notch. I spend a lot of time talking about how I wish I had the balls to do exactly what I want when I want to whom I want, and I'm getting to the point where I'm about to buy some curtains, hang them around my bed, and just have sex whenever I want, with wanton disregard for anyone else's feelings if need be. And, in the interest of my finances, I might even skip the curtains and have sex in plain sight. I bet that would get me some alone time in the room, and god knows it would be more productive than just whining about how I am fed up with this shit - especially since I hate it so much when people do nothing but whine about how unfair their situations are.
Minesweeper, on the other hand, does not suck. It provides a welcome, very centering respite from doing productive things and/or homework and/or numerous other things that would actually be beneficial. I maintain, however, that one can learn a variety of valuable life lessons from Minesweeper.
- Sometimes you get fucked early.
Sometimes you'll hit a mine on the second or third square you click, and before you've really even gotten started, you're out. This happens in life, sometimes, too, and it's not too bad in either situation. In Minesweeper, you just type F2; in life, you just cut your losses and run. There are other squares on the game board. - Sometimes you make stupid mistakes and end up fucking yourself.
This one's pretty self-explanatory: you're going too quickly, miss a mine that you've already checked, and boom! Before you can say "sonofabitch, I didn't mean to do that!", your little sun has Xs for eyes. Again, this is easily remedied in Minesweeper: F2. In life, it's a bit more complicated, but if a sincere apology or large roll of duct tape can't fix it, then you're probably better off this way. - Sometimes you get fucked right when things are looking up.
Man, everybody hates this: you've got one mine and two squares left. Both squares are in the corner, and there is absolutely no indication as to whether one is more likely to provide the solution than the other. You realize that it's not going to do any more good wasting time thinking about it and you make a decision - and you're wrong. Dead wrong. And you've done all that work for nothing. But, then again, sometimes you choose correctly and: - Sometimes you win.
This is probably the most important thing I have learned from Minesweeper thus far. You have to make choices, even if you're not sure that they're the right ones. If you don't, you end up fucking your chances of getting the new "best time" and you don't make any progress, anyway. Besides, if you don't win, you can always hit F2.
And, in exciting news, I am dispensing with the many-years-old policy of friends-only. I figure that if it needs to be friends-only, it doesn't need posted on the WWW.