FEB 4 - journal’s not on me rn
I like using my facebook to post about the most mundane and/or moronic of experiences to contrast how most like to modify and present a refined definition of themselves to the digital world -- buh not for the sake of feeling like some self-aggrandizing [ty ratmaka 4 introducing me 2 dis werd] contrarian jack-off (2010 equivalent of “hipster” i guess? Rob Gale? Fuck, his last name would be ‘gale’; was that his fave word to use when he was in Gr.9 English class?), even though that’s exactly what it sounds like.
It’s honestly just funny to me [literally the only reason i do/say anything with/in my life at this point?]
But sometimes I worry; do people use these posts as an accurate gauge of my intellectual/social (in)competence? I know I’m dimwitted, but nowhere near to the point my posts suggest I am at a facial level.
whatever. as long as i get my laugh? because that’s the only thing i’m at least mediocre at?