Placebo.  

Cleverman6971
15 posts
5/6/2006 4:00 pm

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5/6/2006 5:33 pm

Placebo.

Saturday afternoon. I skipped out of work a little early today. For the past 3 months, I've had 8 days off, and 1 day that I took as a 'sick' day; though, if truth be told, I was just sick of working every day.

I have a thousand things to write. Tone is lost in a blog, on the Internet. Our typing and reading skills, societally, are likely at an all time high - the result of technology.

Yet, our ability to communicate in person, societal low. Why meet you at a bar, in a restaurant, at the the library, when I can meet fifty of you in a chatroom of my choice?

Our business cards contain an email address, a myspace address.. "get to know me without talking to me."

As I write this particular lot of blithering gibberish, I consider the mask.. should I be humble or haughty, horny or understated, cocky or confident, polite or perverted?

There are things that I take for granted.. should I bore you with the duplicate thoughts of every other single man my age? Should I endeavor to offer you a fresh perspective? In being original, you risk threatening those who prefer more predictable behavior.

Certainly no desire to not write - but, rather, a desire to not write nonsense. Yet, as I read this, I realize.. I've written nothing.

Well, what the hell.. you only live once.


singleagain53578 46F

5/6/2006 4:34 pm

You skipped out of work early Saturday afternoon just to write nothing?


~SINgle~


Cleverman6971

5/6/2006 5:04 pm

Ha.

Once I get done tinkering around with my profile, etc., I will write more. Maybe.


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