Brain like a top

I am back. I wish I were buzzing right now. That way I could shut off my brain. It is a sad thing when the brain keeps spinning. Well, that is my brain right now. A brain on drugs does not spin, that is all that I have to say.

Can somebody tell me what I am supposed to do with Facebook? I know, I know...social networking. It is all great. Maintain contact with people without actually having to speak to them. That has some good points yet as much as I loathe the phone, I like the actual conversation. My dislike of the phone is two-fold. One, I am a people reader, so in a face-to-face conversation, I pick up on all those cool visual clues that are missed on the phone and even with a webcam. Two, I am easily distracted, so that without somebody in front of me, requiring my attention, my eyes and mind starts to wander while on the phone. Then somehow, I stop listening or miss things. It is too damn embarrassing to fess up to that (I do not want people to think they bore me, even when they do. Then again, if they are bores, and I know more than a few, they are fucking oblivious to the disinterest of their listener/victim, so why am I trying to be nice). I do not want folks to think that I was not listening.

I guess it is better that they think I am an asshole or have some sort of dementia when I cannot recall what they said to me. That has to work better than the truth. What do you say?

I figured you would say that. You are an asshole, so that is what an asshole would say in those circumstances. There, I wrote it. Now, the whole world, er, the few insane enough to be here anyway, knows it too. How do you like them apples?

That is like the self-loathing arguments I have with myself. Is that not fun? Well, I am done, thanks for stopping by. Ciao!