“If you want to improve, be content to be thought foolish and stupid.”
-Epictetus
I came to this site knowing that I had to update in order to read anyone’s profile. Doesn’t it feel weird to come here and not update? Sort of like when Brad and me used to walk our dogs and peek into the living rooms of folks in the historic district. They would be having the most normal of evenings, with their blinds fully raised at sunset, and we would completely voyeur that shit out. Not like we were peeping, but in the time it took our dogs to walk past, we would try to sum up what their married life was like. “Hey, they have good taste in the pier one scheme of things. They might be older, but their environment is inviting, not sterile.” And then there was always the “Holy shit, I know that person, and they are on their front porch, and they see me and that means-” “Hey Alana! Haaay! Whut are you doing?! C’mere! How’s your mom? I didn’t know you were in town?! How are things? Y’know, Claire is in Colorado now, and she looooves it, and so rilly, what are you doing?” At that point in my life I was spinning my wheels at the coffee shop, so I had nothing exciting to say, but I managed to act like I did with a ‘moving to Chicago,’ phrase that popped out and stuck (like a self-fulfilling prophecy), until I did. Point is, I can’t take without giving. So every time I come to Arrockers, I have to write something, even if it is the silliest crap to grace the wires that combine to form the screen that we see EVAR. Here I am. (Marty, I expect you to understand that. Our shit is more important than anything I can possibly portray via my keyboard.) I love you all?