It’s a rare thing for me to want to write much these days.
Now, I live as a bi polar opposite of the mainstream run of the mill sheep.
What this means, essentially is that I’m not that into me. You might better frame this as I’m neither a narcissist, nor that interesting to myself to want to become one, ever.
When or if I ever do become vaguely interesting, I’ll be sure to broadcast it. I’d imagine that’s what interesting people do, self market themselves on every meat market that exists. I prefer non traditional methods. Leaving cryptic clues here and there, being subtle, being me.
I don’t want to take a thousand selfies and hit every which restaurant that lies about the city, or broadcast my life. I don’t need that headache. I’m just content being me.