So I manage the Russian team, which means I generally have to stay up late speaking in broken English to coordinate work items (always an interesting task). Of course, morning Roy hates night-time Roy because of the hours, but sometimes these chat session lead to a proverbial gilded goose laying a golden turdnugget that makes me go "WTF?"
Tonight's:
Hmm... in cold blood, I will sleep...
"It's just strange because I don't even know you in real life but for some reason I keep reading your blog, and it's not even that interesting, I guess I'm waiting to see if it ever does get interesting... it's like a really boring soap opera and I'm waiting to see if it ever gets good, so far five years and not really..." #
I saw this and thought: this guy is f#$ked up! First, notice his fixation on space and time. Manifesting in a need for money. It makes him uncertain, sad, self referencing (self loathing probably) and he tries to fill the void with sensory overloads. Dude, ‘remember be here now’. Hold on. Aggression? Oral fixation? Taste sensations? Laaaaddiieeess…. No Roy, I don’t want to go camping with you. LOL Ok just joking. Except for the ‘remember be here now part’. #