Multi-faceted
I was going to start off by talking about ignoring my little corner of the internet, but then I couldn't really decide if that was the appropriate description. If this is any kind of corner, it is a very very very tiny one in a building with billions and billions of other corners. Why would it possibly be a corner? Is this in any way comparable to where two lines or two walls meet? I don't think so. It would have been a very bad way to make my triumphant return. This is undoubtedly a better one.
When things get weird I write them down. Things have gotten weird. The universe and I are not getting along. I am concerned about my future. I am whiny and hurt. I have a very distorted perception of reality and I'm afraid I'm slipping back into habits that never needed to exist in the first place. I am probably going chop a lot of my hair off.
Because of these thing I have decided I want to learn HTML and I want to learn Spanish so I can go to Peru. Maybe I should just learn to code in Spanish, so then when I get to Peru and decide not to come back because maybe the universe is more agreeable south of the equator, I can get a job making websites for Peruvians. This is a very brilliant plan. I am a very brilliant human being.
Someday maybe eventually I will no longer be writing in this non-corner of the internet because I will have made my own little Spanish weblog that I can coddle lovingly in my arms and raise as my own child, not just one more of Google's children that has grown up with a father too busy with all the other Google Jrs that he's never gotten to actually know any of them in the gentle and caring way a father should. Children without fathers often end up in therapy. You could use a little therapy, couldn't you, non-corner of the internet? Perhaps it would help you escape this little Sting obsession you have going on here. It's unhealthy. Sting cannot take the place of your father, not matter how much you would like him to.
Hello positivity. Let's you and I be friends again, okay?
When things get weird I write them down. Things have gotten weird. The universe and I are not getting along. I am concerned about my future. I am whiny and hurt. I have a very distorted perception of reality and I'm afraid I'm slipping back into habits that never needed to exist in the first place. I am probably going chop a lot of my hair off.
Because of these thing I have decided I want to learn HTML and I want to learn Spanish so I can go to Peru. Maybe I should just learn to code in Spanish, so then when I get to Peru and decide not to come back because maybe the universe is more agreeable south of the equator, I can get a job making websites for Peruvians. This is a very brilliant plan. I am a very brilliant human being.
Someday maybe eventually I will no longer be writing in this non-corner of the internet because I will have made my own little Spanish weblog that I can coddle lovingly in my arms and raise as my own child, not just one more of Google's children that has grown up with a father too busy with all the other Google Jrs that he's never gotten to actually know any of them in the gentle and caring way a father should. Children without fathers often end up in therapy. You could use a little therapy, couldn't you, non-corner of the internet? Perhaps it would help you escape this little Sting obsession you have going on here. It's unhealthy. Sting cannot take the place of your father, not matter how much you would like him to.
Hello positivity. Let's you and I be friends again, okay?
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