I've got the post about "Massively Rude People Whose Egos Precede the Breadth of Their Perspectives" saved as a draft, which means YOU will not see it because I think I'm giving this inner-resolution a chance.
I don't see the need to do the 180° turnabout, though. I'm not too impressive a person, nor too influential a blogger. I'm hoping I'm not an utterly repulsive human being but I can change whenever I want to and there's no need for anyone's vexing reminders.
I've got no resolutions other than toeradicate diminish the statements of seemingly growing captious opinions spurting from my vehement dislike of happily egoistic people. That's my only contribution to the first step of the make-and-break-promises phenomenon of the new year. I will not, however, be stopping myself from doing so because it's my guilty pleasure.
In addition to that, I find it very infectious to kvetch, especially when accomplished with a reasonable amount of wit and ridicule (which is almost everything this blog is).
Secretly, though, I hope one of those "Massively Rude People Whose Egos Precede the Breadth of Their Perspectives" or anyone closely related to said association will one day figure out how much I hate their pop cultured veneer (i.e. mainly their concept of buying friends AND choosing to refuse any sort of acquaintances with people like me) because I know they'd be better off cerebrally impartial.
But they'd probably never read that. They'd probably never know how I wished them only the very best despite these undying hidden resentments. (It's generally an oxymoronic statement but I mean each word.)
Suffice it to say, the velocity or chances of them finding my sort of epiphanies are just very disappointing. I should stop hoping too much.
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Well, good night. This bores me too much. I think it does so to you too.
I don't see the need to do the 180° turnabout, though. I'm not too impressive a person, nor too influential a blogger. I'm hoping I'm not an utterly repulsive human being but I can change whenever I want to and there's no need for anyone's vexing reminders.
I've got no resolutions other than to
In addition to that, I find it very infectious to kvetch, especially when accomplished with a reasonable amount of wit and ridicule (which is almost everything this blog is).
Secretly, though, I hope one of those "Massively Rude People Whose Egos Precede the Breadth of Their Perspectives" or anyone closely related to said association will one day figure out how much I hate their pop cultured veneer (i.e. mainly their concept of buying friends AND choosing to refuse any sort of acquaintances with people like me) because I know they'd be better off cerebrally impartial.
But they'd probably never read that. They'd probably never know how I wished them only the very best despite these undying hidden resentments. (It's generally an oxymoronic statement but I mean each word.)
Suffice it to say, the velocity or chances of them finding my sort of epiphanies are just very disappointing. I should stop hoping too much.
...
Well, good night. This bores me too much. I think it does so to you too.
