Enroute to class, I was checking twitter on my phone, nurturing my Four Square addiction and noticed many friends checking in at the Rackhouse. Curious about what was going on, I snoop my way through talkthirtytome.com and discover "Oh hey, there's some sort of shindig for something called "12 questions." Who new? Well apparently EVERYONE except me. Moreover, WTF is "12 questions?"
So, after my snooping and discovery, (and some time spent marveling at my ineptitude) I realized there's actually a sort of social media subculture that developed somewhere along the way. I also realized - I'm somewhere on the order of YEARS behind in such a recognition. That got me thinking about my total lack of awareness (I'm not slow, I swear) of such and it occurred to me (as most of you already know) - I am the only person in my world. Not really, of course, I'm simply stating I have a very self-centered view of existence.
Having just recently started this blog, I realized that the ONLY reason I did so, was to write my head down in case someone actually cared to read it - But in my self-centered universe, I didn't imagine anyone else would be there to do so.
Turns out - PEOPLE ACTUALLY READ THIS SHIT... well at least some folks do, primarily those new-found friends that are well entrenched into social media stuffs, and a few others. I'm absolutely shocked... and also re-evaluating what I put on this blog. Moreover, I'm a bit fascinated that there are people so interested in the goings on of another's life and mind that they would spend time reading the blog of someone they hardly know. - Not a criticism mind you, simply a strange way of thinking, coming from my perspective.
All things start at self. We cannot love without first knowing what to love - Something we have to define within ourselves before we can ever know what (or who) to love. I realize there's MANY degrees of separation between "Love" and "Morbid Curiosity" I'm simply using a bit of directed hyperbole to identify interest and value.
I guess this is my round-about way of saying "Thank You." I realized recently that while values and love begin with the self, a world in which I am the only person that matters, is not only lonely but just generally shitty. I also confirmed what I've said for years, empirically - The most awesome thing anyone can do for me, is prove me wrong. To quote Penn Jilette, "it's that powerful, awe inspiring "uh-huh" moment where you realize the truth of the situation... and there's nothing better."
