aye. it’s time to put this ugly one out there.
i used to read a blog, similar but different from this bloglet here. a guy who packed up and left the west behind. settled in the far corners of the world. built various piratey businesses, keeping various women folk, musing on love and sex and business and lifey bits.
a little long winded the posts, but still … like minded creatures, you know what i’m saying.
various planets aligned. a reader of this bloglet who i’d met in person previously, ended up going to work with this other blog dude. an amusing and fortuitous coincidence of sorts. i’d since also met one or two other guys who worked with this other blog dude, and the plot about the guy had been thickening.
and they all were in a location i’d wanted to visit anyway and it was time for a visa run, and so off jake went, to meet up with … dudes.
which, how often is that a wise idea anyway?
short story short, it was all nothing like one might have imagined, from reading the dude’s blog.
i’ll spare you all the gratuitous details. just imagine hiring an illustrator to turn a largely unremarkable scenario into a superhero cartoon. using real locations and real scenarios and real people, just repainting it all in a brush dipped in every imaginable ridiculously not-actual superlative.
barely average bitches become super hot heroine girl things. a couple hardly-even dollars turn into fucking scrooge mc duck’s endless vault of gold. hair brained business ideas with so much fail you can’t even stop laughing, become gleaming time machines. made of metals forged from ancient meteorites. mad scientist dude with metal tentacle for arms.
what would you call that … aspirational writing?
the experience did leave some jakes a little scarred. now every time i write some random stupid post, i wonder. am i twisting reality, aspirationally? because, yea. you come here and i’m just an average dude, living a life filled with coffee shop routines and long spells of nothing going on.
am i projecting a superhero where in reality it’s just a normal dude’s normal life?
i do want to say, yea dude-jake-bro. you is.
everybody is. that’s why god invented instagram filters, nothing is nothing until you photoshop and filter-fuck the fuck out of the ordinary and mundane.
i quit reading the dude’s blog. it’s just a horrible farce now, all the chest beating and braggadocio. when really it’s just a sad lonely guy barely scraping by, with sad lonely fully depreciated women, scheming impossible business ideas, writing hairy nonsense. trying to lure young, impressionable dudes to join a … what, tribe-oh-delusion? yikes. imagining he’ll fill a void in both business acumen and reality gap that can’t be fixed with every last living guy on planet earf.
anyway. it fucks with me writing anything anymore.