Let’s just run with the idea
So today I was thinking some more about the whole “I don’t want to read 25 things about my friends because my friends are all boring assholes that suck” reaction that Claire Suddath (and some other people) had to the Facebook meme.
I also thought a little bit about how, when I hear people say stupid shit, I have a tendency to blog about it out of spite. Well, not really spite. More because I feel like if you’re going to say or do something stupid, I’m going to call you out on it. Most of the time.
And then I thought about how I really haven’t been blogging much lately.
Hmm… there has to be some way I can meld those two things together…
Oh, I’ve got it!
I’m going to try to blog every day at least three times a week—each post being an entry in a new and ongoing 25 Things About Me list. I will try not to repeat things I have said before, too. (“Try” being the operative word here. I’m really not all that interesting.)
So to start things off, why don’t I just toot my own horn a little. Don’t worry, I’m sure there will be plenty of self-deprecation to come:
No. 1: I can be obsessive about sentence structure. Give me some sentences that are super short or don’t flow right or maybe don’t make any damn sense at all and I will try my damnest to magically fix them up into a glorious string of sensical words that are super easy to read. I feel that this is a strength of mine. (Obviously, or I wouldn’t be freaking telling you guys.)
Sometimes I sit down to write and the words just flow like holy water from my brain, through my fingers, onto the keyboard and into a story. But most of the time I jot down a bunch of thoughts as I comb through notes and then go back later to make them make sense.
I realize this admission is inviting you to comb through this blog and find an assload of sentences that have slang, are partially or poorly formed, or don’t really seem to make much sense. But that’s intentional—it’s in accordance with the style in which I write on this here blog. This is where I come to vomit up whatever is on my mind, not worry about how easy it is for people to read.
But professionally? I can form the shit out of a sentence.
Well, I’m not one for memes. If I get tagged, i ignore it. Blogging is, to a large degree, navel gazing, and I’d rather see thoughtful posts about being, well, a being.
But I’d never look down my nose at those who find it fun. Sometimes, unhappy people just have to manufacture something to justify their unhappiness, i suppose.
Wait…am I agreeing or disagreeing with you?
Shit.
Sorry for my terrible sentence structure.
Wait, so are you saying you consider me an unhappy person trying to manufacture happiness because I’m open to learning random stuff about my friends?
Also, your sentence structure is fine. And even if it weren’t, I wouldn’t judge you for it. Well, maybe I would.
Geez, Mack…you can find ways to insult people even when you don’t even mean to!!! LMAO!
Megan, of course not. I was referring to those that ridicule other people’s enjoyment of memes.
Ginger, its a gift.
Mack: Thanks for explaining.
The memes in email annoy the shit out of me. On Facebook or MySpace, I can click over and read them or not. In email form they force me to take action, whether it be to open it and read it or take the two clicks to select and delete it.
I remember when NKOTB was big, and the boys in my neighborhood were making fun of us for listening to them and would sing The Right Stuff in a stupid voice. My point was always ‘if you hate them so much, why do you listen to the song enough to know the words?’ Same thing with this Claire chick. So what if your friends and their memes are boring, you don’t have to read the things. I think she’s an self-important turd (opinion based solely on this instance), so I’m not going to read her article. See, that was easy.