I came across a myspace profile today that caught my attention. Ok. That's putting it mildly. My reaction was more along the lines of "Where the fuck has she been my entire life?!" Being the bitter, cynical and social recluse that I am (hah hah) it can take quite a bit to make me stop everything and just be like "I need to get to know this person!!". I went instantly to work on a good "cold opener" message. I tried not to be too witty. I'm well aware of the fact that when I try to be witty, I have a proclivity towards coming across like a pretentious asshole. Oh, and I made sure I didn't come across like some raving freak. Ya' know, the creepy, obsessive "I'M REALLY INTO YOU EVEN THOUGH WE'VE NEVER MET!" guy. 
I was instantly intrigued when seeing this page though.. I came up with a decent opener, and sent it. Now I wait...
...and while waiting I've had time to think. I have not just been sitting around waiting for a reply. I am not that pathetic. Even in my moments of greatest self loathing, I can't even imagine myself as being that pathetic. It has given me pause to stop and think regardless.
I've been writing flow-of-consciousness style for about six hours now. Not all at one time of course. I spill my mind out on the monitor and then walk away for a little bit. The thoughts build up and I ejaculate them out again. Back and forth. I now have an incoherent jumble of tirades about finding the "The One," the Internet and sites like myspace, quotes that have shaped who I am, rejection of the negativity and loneliness that erupts out of me when I in a funk, my beliefs and where they fit in with friends and the world in general and lastly, the duality of my nature. Ya' know...self aggrandizing bullshit (especially the duality of my nature one), hahah. No. It feels good to get it out. Now if I can only get them somewhat organized.
If you can't tell by what's above, I'm in the writing mood. I probably could have gotten to my point in a few sentences. I'm rambling and my eyes hurt. Sleep sounds good...hope y'ur well.
I was instantly intrigued when seeing this page though.. I came up with a decent opener, and sent it. Now I wait...
...and while waiting I've had time to think. I have not just been sitting around waiting for a reply. I am not that pathetic. Even in my moments of greatest self loathing, I can't even imagine myself as being that pathetic. It has given me pause to stop and think regardless.
I've been writing flow-of-consciousness style for about six hours now. Not all at one time of course. I spill my mind out on the monitor and then walk away for a little bit. The thoughts build up and I ejaculate them out again. Back and forth. I now have an incoherent jumble of tirades about finding the "The One," the Internet and sites like myspace, quotes that have shaped who I am, rejection of the negativity and loneliness that erupts out of me when I in a funk, my beliefs and where they fit in with friends and the world in general and lastly, the duality of my nature. Ya' know...self aggrandizing bullshit (especially the duality of my nature one), hahah. No. It feels good to get it out. Now if I can only get them somewhat organized.
If you can't tell by what's above, I'm in the writing mood. I probably could have gotten to my point in a few sentences. I'm rambling and my eyes hurt. Sleep sounds good...hope y'ur well.
I think it's more fun to talk to someone when it's not just a
"Hey i was browsing through profles and saw ya, talk to me
I think people become more intrigued when you really speak youre mind.
did she respond?