The world makes no sense to me
A ton of people I follow on Twitter have been like “come find me on Instagram!” and they’re like over there BLOGGING instead of posting photos. I just post photos! I’m an outlier apparently.
(I do know someone who posts photos and then about 25 hashtags, but they don’t tell a story, unless the story is “I’m lonely and awkward and desperate for love.” So am I! and it’s not healthy to try to be dignified EVERY minute, but sometimes, right?)
You know what it puts me in mind of is this new Black Friday Sale situation. Back In My Day(tm) Black Friday was an American sales event that transpired over the course of a single hellish, dystopian day. Then it came to Canada, and then the whole winter holiday season fucking METASTASIZED.
Black Friday in July! Okay..?
Black Friday Week! Friday doesn’t last a week, fuckos!
Now we’re seeing such as Early Black Friday Sale! in October, lasting for weeks. That, and barely any horror movies on TV in October, it’s Xmas already, shops used to wait till November 1st, but fuck MY drag, right?
I’m not trying to be a dink, okay, it’s just how I’m wired. I’m capable of flexibility when it MATTERS, but this is just ruditude.









