Friday, December 18, 2009

Perversions of the Mind and Facebook

There is more bad language, and I'm sorry for how bad this may be. I don't think these things on purpose, just like you don't control the thoughts you think. I don't mean to badmouth any people or be prejudiced. Also, my mom alerted me to something recently. I say a lot of stupid things. Try to ignore them.

Sorry for the perverse turn in thoughts, but I thought of something that I thought was pretty good but I don’t remember, but I did just think of this as I was on facebook. I saw an ad that said friendship, fun or more with a picture of a hot girl underneath and I thought, I’d like some more, or something to that effect… I don’t like to be too vulgar when I don’t have to be. But then I got to thinking… there is no way this chick needs help getting friendship, fun or more, so why would she be there, and it was obvious. This was one of the kinkiest people ever born. Forgive me for saying it, but I’m sure she has no problem getting some, so if she is advertising herself in this, then she needs more. I’m talking about the kind of chick that my friend Matt would call waffle crapping hot… or hot enough that if she took a shit on your waffles not only would you still tap that, but you’d eat the waffles too. At least one in every two guys that she talked to would want to tap that. Like I said, kinkiest girl ever. Now remember this point in my talking, I have three points that I have to talk about from here. First, I know my mind is perverse, I have to cope with that and if you’re reading this so do you. Second, the all important counter argument: wouldn’t somebody just hire this chick to be a poster lady to try and get more guys to come to this site? As previously discussed, she is pretty good looking. Not only would nobody fall for her being at one of these sites, but nobody would think that somebody else would think she was at this site.

I’m going to go back to my first point. I’m perverse. Almost all men are (I hope… if not I feel even more alone, but enough of my problems, back to my problems). But, shhhhh don’t tell anybody. I might get excommunicated. But seriously, a lot of people have this problem (from what I understand) but I’m the only person who has trouble keeping it in my head (you might not know this because I try to stay decent around the people I know well). Of course the worst part is, I don’t exactly realize it as a problem, but I do know it isn’t right. I know other people have a problem with it, and I don’t like that it’s a problem with me but I’m not willing to do anything to change it.

Remember how I said to remember some point of my talking? If you don’t, it’s six pages up, if you do good job. Well the third thing I wanted to say was that I feel the need to say two (or three) things at once sometimes because I’m thinking of them all at the same time which means I want you to think of them all at the same time. Recently, I have been rereading a book, The Amulet of Samarkand by Jonathan Stroud, where footnotes are used to express the same idea as I have just told you about. Stroud uses footnotes to express the multiple conscience levels of a demon. I enjoy it a lot but I won’t be using them because I’m already six pages in and I don’t want to learn how… maybe you’ll see it later, if I become learned.

You may remember how I said I was rereading a book. If you don’t, your memory is worse than mine. I wish I had a footnote now because I might make some funny comment about the use of frequently vs. infrequently. But seriously, don’t they mean the same thing? Back to the memory, mine is selectively good. I remember certain useless things like the digits of pi or different emoticons for facebook chat (try these (^^^), <(“), :] ) but I can’t remember important things like the vacation my family took three years ago. This means I have a lot of trouble finishing series of books. I’ll start a book, get bored, not read a page for a week, forget what was happening and stop reading the book. I’ve also read a series of books and by the time I finish the last one, which may be only a week or two after I stared the first one, but once I finish, I won’t remember what happened in the first book. That’s why I’ve read the Harry Potter series about five times. It also means with both of those two thoughts put together, that there are some series that I’ve tried to read about five times and I’ve never finished them. One such example, which happens to be only three books, is the Bartimaeus Trilogy. Now what was I talking about?

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