Paper is kicking my ass, I'm exhausted from life and I more than want sleep, I need it. But oh well. So yes we will be ever slowly progressing forward on the whole signing up business, now that it has been suggested that I just suck it up and use my Twitter identity, since my Tweets are for the majority intentionally vague. You know I will say some days I feel like I'm in the witness protection program or something and that one small slip up with come back to haunt me. Now I know those who don't know CEF think I'm crazy, and those who do wonder why I haven't made other actions. For me it's a fine balance of having someone else keep an eye on his location and general status (we have a mutual friend who vaguely keeps me updated - her choice not mine) and I do everything I can not to pop up on his radar in any way shape or form, and the rest I control by limiting his ability to find me in any location. So given all that I will say that all the sh*t associated with CEF is not reflective of online meeting/dating or men in general. No rather it is reflective of a man like Othello and Leontes (damn paper) who chooses to view women as the source of all evil in the world, instead of looking at himself. And because he sees women that way it affects his actions... so on and so forth and yadda yadda.
So all that's left for me is to pick some pictures from Ms. J's Flickr and go forth into the gray and murky yonder.
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