This is not Armenia

I felt like being a dick tonight.









Clearly I succeeded.

Lee: A Film by Quentin Tarantino

I like Lee. I feel like I might be him (her?) again sometime.

A goat, see?

Efficient conversing.

I bet he was on the debate team or something.

Poop.

Not specifically

I don't even care if this one was brief, I just liked getting asked that question.

It's because I'm Canadian, right?

Mystery solved.

Perhaps the reason for this site.

I'm in the middle of re-writing my second play for the umpteenth time. It's been incredibly hard for me to get motivated to work on it. Lately, I've been so exhausted with school and work that when I get home I just want to veg out on the internet and not do anything productive. Hence, I find myself on sites like Omegle.

I can totally see where this person was coming from. But when I signed on to Omegle, tonight, I thought to myself, "Is it possible for me to dabble around on Omegle in one window while I work on the play in another?" I concluded pretty quickly, no: Omegle is what Marshall McLuhan would've called a "hot" medium (or alternative, "fucking inane") as the participant's attention is strictly directed at the screen. You have to pay attention to your conversational partner, or the whole thing goes downhill.

This guy was taking long pauses between statements, and leaving "Stranger is typing" messages up. and as I've said before, I don't like typing while other people are typing, it makes me uncomfortable and usually ruins the conversation's flow if the person is actually saying something. So I keep waiting for him to finish his thought, while he fiddles around with his little story instead of doing the honest thing and saying "so tell me about yourself" while changing the window over. He could've made me take charge of the conversation and not led me around. But that's only half of what bugs me.

As I have mentioned, I am a writer. I'm writing. I have a project I should be working on. Not a "school" project -- essentially a leisure one, albeit one with a specific goal. But I logged onto Omegle knowing it was going to demand my full attention. Multi-tasking is for chumps who don't know how to prioritize. And when I'm here, on a fucking friday night when I'm already super self-conscious about how pathetic my life is because I'm on Omegle, the last thing I need is for this stranger to make me sit here while he's in the midst of typing something that might not get said for five or ten minutes. God damn.

What an asshole.

Not that I blame him.

Amoeba

So it's been a while since I felt so disgruntled with life as to mess with the anonymous douches of the internet. So I decided to dive right back in.