11/21/2008

Be Free!...

Okay, time to let you guys off the hook. I suppose I could actually count out all the comments, but fuck it. It was a pretty underhanded thing to do in the first place.

First, let me start by saying that anyone who stopped by and saw the last post and thought, "That's really pathetic" or "Fuck him! I'm not leaving a fucking comment! What a whore!" or "This dude has some serious self-esteem issues," I don't blame you at all. I might have thought the same thing.

Here's my excuse: I'm a curious fucker. I was curious:
  • who would leave a comment.
  • who wouldn't leave a comment.
  • how long it would take.
  • what people would say.
  • whether anyone would comment for the first time.
In fact, I'm curious when it comes to pretty much everything. That's probably what has attracted me to blogging the most - how it quenches my never-ending curiosity. I love to know shit no matter what it is. If I'm a whore for anything, it's information. The more foreign something is to me, the more curious I am. This also explains why documentary films appeal to me so much. For instance, take the film Zoo. There are people out there who actually have sex with animals. This is something I personally can't comprehend and would never participate in even if someone had a gun to my head. Yet, there are people who do this and I want to know what makes them tick. It might sound crazy to many of you, but it's the kind of guy I am.

I like getting to know people, despite my initial social awkwardness. I like to know why people think the way they do, even people who disagree with me. Especially people who disagree with me. I want to know what's going on inside people's heads. To me, visiting blogs is like going over to someone's home, except the door is always unlocked and the home, in this case, is someone's brain.

So, in my defense, it wasn't really about getting a lot of comments (yeah, bullshit!). Go back and check my archives. The only person who used to comment at the beginning was Grant. Then, eventually, Flannery started visiting. Then Vikki and the Georgia Girls and so on. That's one of the reasons I annoyingly put my links in chronological order rather than alphabetically. I think it's a neat history. The fact is, I do like getting comments. I'll admit some of it gives me a sense of validation, but mostly I'm just curious who will respond to what and how. Plus, some of them are pretty fucking funny. So, if you didn't leave a comment in the last post, feel free. I'll go back and check it every once in a while.

I was thinking about a trip my friend and I took about twelve years ago. I wrote a little about it HERE. We quit our jobs, bought a big-ass van, and pretty much went wherever we felt like. We mooched places to sleep and shower from people along the way, but most of the time we'd sleep in the van in hotel parking lots (never got hassled once in six months!). Imagine how cool that trip would be now that I know people all over the country! Who knows? Maybe someday I'll do it again.

17 comments:

Dr Zibbs said...

So what you're saying is that you DID sleep with a horse?

Dale said...

I was praying it would hold at 99 comments and then I could swoop in and save the day instead of slinking in late and being lame.

Candy's daily Dandy said...

You know what they say about what curiosity did to the cat. That and possibly some asshole with a morbid death/animal/sex fantasy. There are some CREEPY people out there..

SkylersDad said...

You have an open invitation to come stay Chris, with or without the horse...

Mnmom said...

I'm willing to bet that all the animal sex people are from Wisconsin.

My blog is a great deal calmer and cleaner than my actual home.

If you DON'T stop by I'll be very upset.

Cora said...

Curiosity is a damn fine thing. Just beautiful.

Except with the animals.

BTW, the "turkey" was for Thanksgiving, and you're welcome! :-)

~E said...

well, now I have to go to your previous posts and see what all the fuss is all about.

...brb

bubbles said...

The door is always open, Some Guy. Leave your shoes on, my floors will ruin your socks because they are so dirty!

I recommend you time your visit here to exclude late June, July, and August. This week it was in the low 90's high 80's... sweet weather for November, huh?

Gwen said...

This kind of curiosity breeds a diverse mind. You can't help by learn somethings about yourself at the same time.

I'll poop in another sink if you stop in The Lou next time around.

Morgan the Muse said...

I just found you today, so you cannot blame me for not commenting before! :D

Miles McClagan said...

I'm going to hold my blog to ransom until I get an Atari Lynx to kick it old school with, but it would have to be when I got 3 comments...

Micgar said...

I like docs too-and seeing (or trying to see) how my "opposite" tics-for instance I listen to far right wacko/Evangelical Christian radio talk shows-yes it gets me really angry, but I can't understand them, but I try...don't think I ever will, but....

. said...

I'm veeery curios about things as well, and I like to re-think about stuff we give for granted..because all is relative..

Mel O said...

the blog world really is an interesting one, isn't it? I could see why you did it... but thank goodness, for our sake, it didn't take all week! ;)

Fancy Schmancy said...

If you ever happen to be in CT, drop me an email. Of course, I won't let you sleep in the house, but maybe I'll let you use the indoor plumbing.

vikkitikkitavi said...

Thanks for the link, baby.

I watched that Zoo doc, btw, and I didn't like it much. What the hell was with all those sort of pseudo reenactments, anyway? What was with all those moody shots where no one said anything? It's a documentary, not a goddamn Ken Russell film.

Some Guy said...

Vikki- The subject matter notwithstanding, I thought it was pretty innovative. I like docs that attempt new things. It had a little Errol Morris feel to it now that I think about it. Considering what the movie was about, I thought it gave a good sense of what that whole fucked-up subculture is like without too much grossing out.