I am finding it hard to choose which one to use. #milkandtaters or #milkandtators. So I'll use both. Just like so many others have.
Have to admit straight away something to you. Not gonna probably write every day from this day to... don't know... what wast the time given in the milking thingy? From here to eternity? Let's hope I can manage to make a post again tomorrow. Pretty sure I won't. And if I do, Thursday I will most likely fail to deliver a post.
Make it fun, make it casual and don't expect to trend.
Fun. I don't know how to be funny and I can't be casual if asked to be casual. If asked to be just me, that's the time to be really scared, start stuttering and be stiffer than ever. Perhaps that's basically me, better just accept that. First of all people always have false expectations of other people and different perceptions of casual. So how the hell am I supposed to know what is YOUR expectation of casual or what is my normal on YOUR mind? I can't! Impossible!
But yeah. I don't expect to trend. I never have. Anywhere. Anytime. Not that I wanted to anyway. Well, perhaps sometimes but not usually.
Low expectations is what I was born to do. Raised for. What I was meant to be. Go where the fence is lowest we Finns say. (Managed to get some Finnishness here too.) Do other people from other countries say that too? As if I care if they do.
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Although I have always thought that I can do and be anything, other people have taught me that I can't. And never will be nothing. Usually they know that just by taking one glance at me. Or speaking with me just few words. "Insane won't be any use, we wouldn't even want to use Insane as a kitchen towel holder. Better put Insane somewhere where absolutely nothing can go wrong even if that idiot tried to." And I'm like: "Well, you haven't seen me try yet!"
Or I'm chosen to be the goalie in a group that actually doesn't even want to be with each other or want to play football or have played that much football anyway. Individually or as a group. With little or no practice goes to a serious competition where who wins actually matters to everyone. There I am, the goalie. And everyone can blame me for letting all insanely fast, speeding, slowly rolling balls and everything in between to the goal because I've never played football either that much. I climbed to big rocks and cliffs in my spare time. Rode horses. Danced. And football never was that much played in school exercise classes anyway. Valid things to do at school in outdoor classes if there was no snow, were Finnish baseball, orienteering, Finnish baseball, orienteering, Finnish baseball, orienteering and Finnish baseball. Did I mention orienteering? Yes. That too. I loved orienteering. I usually knew where the control points were because they were usually at the same places every year with few supposedly clever changes. Near the school. And the forest they were in was near my house and really familiar to me. So I ran the control points quickly through, went home to eat for the rest of the class and came back to school at the very last minute to return the map and the info from the control points.
"This time let's do this with pairs... Oh, it seems Insane has to be the third with two others or go alone..." "That's alright, I'll go alone, I don't mind, can we start already?!"
But football.
Not my thing.
So there I was when people wanted to blame someone for not succeeding at all in the football competition. Regardless of the fact that most of the other players in the team knew nothing about football either so the freaking ball was at my end almost all the time. It was Insanes fault.
That's what I'm good for. That's what I'm good in. Taking the blame. Whether or not I did it, you can blame me. Life has taught me not to care. "Who ate this?" "Who broke this?" "Who did it?" Who is to blame?"
Unfortunately that also sometimes eliminated my will to try anything. Not because I would think that I would fail but because people around me didn't care. But fortunately I've grown out of that. Other people.
Oh my, things got grim.
What I will definitely try to do is 10 comments per day. And if I fail to do that on one day, it will be added to my sentence. And I don't mean that linguistically, like a clause. I mean it as a part of my judgement.
Don't get me wrong, I love talking to people, commenting and interacting. But sometimes I just find it very hard to take the first step. To actually say something. Or even find anything to say. "Nice flower!" "Have a nice day!" "Everything is nice!" "Nice car, man!" "Nice post!" "Nice!"
And I hate "just nice" people.
Perhaps I overstated. Hate is such a strong word. I rarely hate anything or anyone. I may dislike something, but not hate. Except someone poking me in the eye repeatedly. Especially if they do it nicely.
But I hate if I do that. Not poke but use the word nice all the time. How things are so nice. Cant' I think of anything else to say?
Yes.
I'll try.
It was nice writing to you.
Nice that you read this far.
Nice that I got this much out of nothing.
Better be nice and save something for tomorrow too.
Or the nice day after that.
Can I send greetings?
Or thanks?
No, greetings.
Greetings to @penderis, the nicest person I know here. Eternal optimist.
@nyarlathotep, @juliamulcahy, @cave-man and @nonameslefttouse. Where are you?!?!
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