I’m not. And I’m not sure if I should be. And I can’t go there anyway. I sometimes wish I could though.

Aw, I want dark magic.

I’m beginning to feel left out. Also, should I be worried that in my head I spoke to my hypothetical cat in the cases you described?

Yes.

Thanks to the internet, I can vicariously feel the joys (and pains and annoyances) of having pets.

One of my “friends” explicitly told me that they hated talking to me, and yet they kept doing it until I mangled the relationship. Or maybe it magled itself or was always.

That’s so much me that I’ve been questioning some things.

I’m not even a concept. To others, yes, unfortunately everyone is some sort of a concept. But to myself, I don’t even think I’m a concept.

Oh, let me have this, won’t ya

I don’t speak French but wouldn’t that basically be pronounced “wank”?

Oh, that’s a good one. I’m very far from being tech savvy myself, so I gradually tried to remind myself people can not care enough about this stuff to learn even some basic terminology or have other, more urgent concerns. A lot of the service industry depends on this kind of unfamiliarity, I guess.

Have you ever heard something like saying “His Windows is Linux”?

An upgrade to having never heard of Linux but also a downgrade somehow

Or life, really, when you think about it

Are they going to invite North Korea’s leader for the after-party?

Believe me, I know what it’s like. But taking baby steps can help

That grok one would betray you under pressure.