I Talk Too Much * * * When I first began this narcissistic retreat into my delusions of grandeur, I kind of assumed that it would be done in full anonymity. When the site got up and running I only told the poor soul who inspired me to do this (I think he still regrets that) and a couple of friends of mine who, thank God, tend to lose interest in anything I do after about a day. So I pretty much had my bases covered as far as keeping the number of folks who both know me and know I have a web site...Except it suddenly seems as though an alarmingly increasing group of people I know are finding out about my site and actually having the temerity to read it. This disturbing turn of events seems to have occurred in one of two ways. First, I started getting liberal with the use of my e-mail address. Somebody I know send me (and 100 of their closest friend) some amusing link they found and I reply to all with some stunningl witty comeback and it begins. Half of the people on that e-mail know who I am and of those half of them have the wherewithal to go to the domain to see what this "aimlessmonkey" thing is all about. QED. Perhaps more ubiquitous is my babbling while drunk. Get a couple of drinks in me and I'll inevitably mention something about my site to someone who actually knows about it. Of course there's always someone else in earshot who inevitably says, "you have a website?". That's about the time I tell them all about it. You know, how a lot of stuff I write I shouldn't or if I do you certainly shouldn't read it? Yeah, that's the good stuff. The point of this incredibly boring memo is that you people are hamstringing me. Your attention is appreciated but you're cracking the walls of my artistic integrity. How am I supposed to write embarrassing/sad things about you all, if I know you're going to see them? You understand the poor position this puts me in right? I think it's about time you stopped thinking about yourselves and started thinking about me. Let me turn your lives into entertainment for the thronging masses. I've run out of even boring things to say about myself and I need your help. So, to all of you reading this who actually know me. Go the fuck away. |