You. Guys. Seriously. Just because my computer is not working and I cannot receive email notification of comments left on my blog does not mean that I won't know if you say anything or not. There is not, as far as I know, a blog out there devoted to my friends (real and internet) telling me I am cool, and that is the kind of reading I need to do every day.
Maybe you are not interested in my frank honesty about my silly internet crushes and how lame I was in high school. I get that, I really do. Then maybe you should say so, like "Erin, why don't you quit your bitchin' and stop stalking libertarians who are married to other people anyway." Or maybe you think you're so cool because you come over and read my blog, all smug-like, and think man, that drivel is so far beneath me I am going to go listen to some indie band no one has ever heard of over at Pandora instead of deigning to reply. To that I say, Yeah?! Prove it! If you're that much cooler than me, let's hear about it. Reading people's blogs is a privilege, guys; sometimes you've got to give a little in return.
So please. Give me something to do on the internet when I get home from school in the afternoon besides crossword puzzles.
/Chastisement
9 comments:
Um... Ok.
I liked your post about how geeky you were in high school. I was the same in high school. In fact, a little worse. If I liked someone, I had to leave the room or the event. Such behavior really makes "hooking up" with the object of one's desires pretty difficult. Talk to the guy? Are you kidding? In that way, marriage is a God send! I am too shy for the dating scene.
I intended to respond to your post, but then got completely caught up in a little self made crisis of my own and was wallowing in how worthless I, and my life, are. Besides, I was too busy feeling sorry for my own self that no one blogs enough to keep me busy when I am home... and no one reads my blog...
Hey... I even clicked on the link to your cyber-crush-dude... and poked around on his blog... then felt more sorry for myself that I was now resorting to researching the cyber-crushes of my cyber-friends making me a cyber-dweeb quantity squared.
I am so glad to be married for that exact reason (among others, natch), but especially as I get all old, I'm glad not to have to really work so hard at "putting myself out there" or anything.
The other problem I had with high school crushes was that as soon as the guy started liking me, I immediately thought he was a total goob. I mean, he liked me, didn't he? Obviously there was something wrong with him I hadn't noticed before.
Nah, not so much for me... once I started dating a guy, I realized there was something wrong with him that I hadn't noticed before, and it wasn't me! It usually had something to do with the other girl on his arm.
I noticed your little correction. ;) Given your mood, I thought better of mentioning it.
seems the word "whining" is missing from your tag cloud.
I, too, looked up your secret crush's blog. The thought of someone who still hosts D&D nerd gatherings was just too hot to resist...
I wish I could say that I have outgrown my childish behavior in the presence of men I am attracted to. But I haven't. I still find myself reduced into a sputtering retard...or an attention-seeking 13-year-old girl jumping up and down and turning cartwheels, squealing "See me! See me!"
This especially happens to me around older men... which just utterly REEKS of Freudian cliche'.
And just exactly what's wrong with crossword puzzles?!
This goes WAY past pandering.
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