“Next year I will not be the self of this year now. And that is why I laugh at the transient, the ephemeral; laugh, while clutching, holding, tenderly, like a fool his toy, cracked glass, water through fingers. For all the writing, for all the invention of engines to express & convey & capture life, it is the living of it that is the gimmick. It goes by, and whatever dream you use to dope up the pains and hurts, it goes. Delude yourself about printed islands of permanence. You’ve only got so long to live. You’re getting your dream. Things are working, blind forces, no personal spiritual beneficent ones except your own intelligence and the good will of a few other fools and fellow humans. So hit it while it’s hot.”

Sylvia Plath, from The Unabridged Journals Of Sylvia Plath

Please do not haphazardly tell me I am the weirdest or most interesting person you have ever met. Esp. when it’s followed with how attractive you find me. 

Neat, thanks, cool, I appreciate it. But telling me I’m unique does not flatter me. Choose your words carefully as they are your vehicle through the world and play a paramount role in how you are received and how others form their perception of themselves and reality. 

Making a statement that only includes me and negates EVERYONE you have ever met makes me feel uncomfortable. Mostly because I get this from people who barely know me or who stalk me. Chances are you do not know me well enough to say that. I am not that interesting — maybe to a couple people that share specific interests or who appreciate my sense of humor or fervor for discussion. 

I am getting ridic-sick of this. I appreciate the attention but I feel like most of the time the person doesn’t even know me well enough to be able to make a statement like that about me or about all the people they have met. 

My weaknesses:

  • Well-dressed men (no jeans, no t-shirts)
  • Academics
  • Thick legged females with big butts and thin upper bodies
  • When I feel I’ve encountered strange loops; tangled hierarchies; obscure uncanny convergences in the reality I experience — I have a inclination toward the people involved. It’s sort of like Vonnegut or Bokonon’s idea of a karass
  • Well-dressed ladies (no jeans, no t-shirts, preferably in dresses or punk/rockabilly esque dress if age appropriate)
  • Literary types
  • Guitar, sax, piano, and bass players
  • People who are well-spoken — even better, if they speak in prose.
  • The passionate
  • The overwhelmingly authentic.
  • Dylan
  • DFW
  • Dangerous flirting.