Not popular. I don't want to be popular. Beyond the fact that it goes against the law of indie conservation (The less popular something is, the better it is. For scientists, x= (1/y); x being ratio of awesomeness, y = amount of people who know about it. x being 1 is means it's either the coolest thing in the world no-one knows about, or it's shit. Or both.) but more because I wouldn't know how to deal with the incredible pressure being popular brings.
Not that I'll ever be popular. But maybe over time, over the course of thousands of years, I might become respected by at least five people. Or three.
Fuck, maybe I should start a webcomic. Everyone likes a webcomic.
These days, good writing isn't hard to come by. Great writing is. I can't do either, so I'm probably screwed.
This Mountain Dew Voltage tastes like melted down gummi bears.
Which makes me wonder. Why the fuck do we colour our beverages? Blue soda. Purple juice. It's not healthy, or sane by any means. Does it appeal to you? Does it make it better than anything else you could pick? Does it enhance your drinking experience?
I don't know, but it tastes good (read: delicious).
So I'm wondering why I'm here at a party and my friend is walking and talking (unintentionally mind you) like Johnny Depp playing Jack Sparrow.
It's interesting. Kind of fun. But I'm simultaneously hating myself for even being here.
Beer is disgusting, liquor is terrible until you're drunk, being drunk is exciting.
Except when you're sober, and you realize (perhaps the morning after) that everyone else being drunk is kinda... fucking stupid. Or incredibly entertaining. It all really depends on what your personality boils down to.
"How are you doing?"
I'm just fine.
You have your hunger, I have mine. This blog (read: inelegant diary) isn't about anything in particular, just something I can put down, like a butterfly nailed on a display.
I think I'll smoke a cigarette. I want something to be addicted to.
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This is a nice first post.
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