No.
You know what?
Fuck all of you and your fucking 25 things.
Don't assume that knowing 25 random facts about me means that you know anything about me at all! What you can safely assume is that if I compile a list of 25 things, it is merely another constructed persona that may or may not have anything to do with who I really am. Knowing that I fucked the redheaded pressman last week doesn't tell you anything more than I fucked a redheaded pressman, for God's sake! Whatever conclusions you draw or judgements you make about me from that fact are just your conclusions and judgements, and they may or may not be true, but honestly, have nothing to do with me.
"25 Things" is just another one of those stupid questionnaires (only without the questions) that people used to send around by email; you know, the ones with the penetrating questions like "Coke or Pepsi?" "Vanilla or Chocolate?" These questionnaires got old really fast (somewhere around 1998 or so) and every one that has shown up in my inbox since then has been the recipient of a swift delete-button boot.
I could probably go through this blog and my original blog and pull out two sets of 25 random sentences and present them as my 25 things. And with those two sets of "facts", I could portray myself as the meanest person in the world, or the next reincarnation of the Dalai Lama.
So no, I won't be crafting a list of carefully honed "facts" about me in hopes that it will show you how quirky, sensitive, kooky, or deep I am. If you want to know me, it sure isn't going to happen with some list.
You want to know 25 things about me? Pick up the phone and have a conversation with me. Make a plan to have a drink or a hamburger with me so we can talk face to face. Come over to my house and let me cook you comfort food while we drink wine and talk about the world we live in and life in general.
And there you have it. I just had to say it, because frankly, "25 Things" has totally ruined Open Salon.
3 comments:
My, you're pissy today. But a blogging Janey is better than a non-blogging Janey, I guess. Yes, the Facebook has gotten out of control with the chain letter crap. But people can't resist that shit - in the same way they can't resist cute pictures of kittens. Don't worry, it'll blow over and be gone in a month.
Gad, I hope so. It seems to be one of those deathless things that just won't go away.
Yeah, you're a bad girl. You're a bad girl. Society wants you to answer those 25 questions. But you're not just gonna listen, are you?
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