Hmm, I may have been made.
I don’t have proof. It’s merely a suspicion at this point. I made a careless move and my blog life might intersect (if it has not already) with my legitimate life. Legitimate. That’s right…I referred to portions of my life not associated with bloggery as “legitimate.”
But I made dumb move and my Socially Extinct persona may have been illuminated. I have my radar on full reception so I’ll see if any hints of awareness slip out thus confirming my suspicion. Not fear, but suspicion. If this had happened like 2 or 5 years ago, I might have been mortified…but now? Nah. Maybe uncomfortable, slightly annoyed, but not mortified. I don’t really give a flying shit. I’d prefer those in my legitimate circle don’t know about my Social Extinction writings; I like to keep things simple, on the DL. No use to rile things up for no good reason. But if it’s happened, so be it.
This legitimate life of mine, while my own, still seems so distant, so disconnected, so peripheral to my existence, that while widespread knowledge of Social Extinction in my reputable life might present some awkward situations, I hardly care. I am not invested in people in this legitimate slice of life to the extent I worry a whole lot that my rather dubious writings here become known to them. I doubt most people really care, and to presume they do, to the point their opinions of me will be henceforth “tainted” is awfully vain of me. Be real, dude.
Look, my shtick here is about not having fucks to give. That’s my power, my strength, my noble ideology.
If you, reader, are part of my legitimate life, hi. Hope you enjoy my warped, unique worldviews. Hate me if you will, please. I apologize for nothing and I’m not about to start here. I probably dislike you, but don’t take it personally: join the other 7 billion people on this planet. I hate you, I hate them, I hate all. I’m an oozing pustule of hostility, impatience, condescension, arrogance. Everyone sucks. It’s just the way I am, how I “roll.”
See you on the straight and narrow!