First, here’s today’s vid.
My friends have already heard this story but it’s too good not to share with the world.
I swear to God that really happened. I had been listening to those ladies converse because as it turns out, the conversations of stupid people can be quite fascinating in a sort of psycholinguistic way.
Like, what nonlinear thought processes led to that conclusion? How did we get from the previous subject to this one? How does one communicate despite a limited IQ?
Because no matter how poor a student you were or how much you struggle to deal with the complexities of modern life, there’s still a certain amount of information you have to somehow get across.
Even just to socialize.
Anyhow, that’s not the important thing today. The important thing is that after I made the video above and uploaded it to YouTube, I then uploaded it to TikTok too.
And that was painless enough that I then uploaded a bunch more of my vids to it. Not all of them, not yet, but a whole bunch of them.
So I have done it. I have put my stuff out there on TikTok where the people who follow me there can take a gander.
And let me tell you, TikTok is sooooo much easier to use on Windows then on a stupid Android tablet screen.
On Windows I can just make the vid and upload it. On tablet it was way more of a pain in the ass, and as for editing it after recording it, forget about it.
There’s a video editing program for mobile devices the kids use called Cap… something but I tried and tried to learn to use it and it was just too different from what I am used to for it to make a lick of sense to my old brain.
Too much to unlearn!
I mean, there is a reason I paid $80 for the video editing suite I actually like. With it, I can do all kinds of stuff.
I currently only use it for simple linear editing, but I know how to do more.
I was especially sure to upload my political provocateur stuff to TikTok in the cheerful but probably vain hope that I will stir shit up and maybe even provoke a bunch of nimrods into launching reams of incoherent vitriol at me.
What fun that would be!
Yeah, I know I’m weird. And possibly a tad psychotic.
But in some ways this is my very weird way of trying to get the other kids to play with me on my terms. Grappling with others verbally and challenging their opinions and making them think about what they believe and why while dodging their slow and clumsy attempts to bash me into silence brings me enormous joy.
Basically, I am a verbal-only Spider-Man. And I love it. Give me some verbal sparring partners and I can truly express my combative side that just wants to get in the ring and go’er without having to hold back.
I could totally imagine being one of those guys who goes out to bars looking for a fight if I had gotten a different start in life.
But instead I keep it to video games. One of the factors in my video game addiction is definitely that they give me an outlet for my craving for feisty fisticuffs.
I shudder to think of what I would be like if I didn’t have that outlet. Way harder to get along with, that’s for sure.
I’d probably get increasingly volatile and quick to anger before blowing my top over some stupid little thing.
Or I would just embrace my destiny and become a raging arsehole most of the time. Sarcastic, arrogant, superior, dismissive, obnoxious, pushy, and selfish.
God, I would be such a nightmare.
Good thing I got video games!
More after the break.
Take a deep breath
I would if I could.
Often, when I wake up, I am already out of breath. That’s what happens when you have obstructive sleep apnea, it’s completely untreated, and you smother dozens of times an hour while you sleep.
I suppose it could be worse. It could wake me up every time it happens. Then I would barely be able to sleep at all.
I shudder to think.
I am getting better at recognizing that I feel crappy when I wake up because there’s a lot of used air that has accumulated in my lungs and if I want to feel better and beable to breathe properly, I need to empty my lung to make room for fresh air.
The kind with oxygen in it.
And I know that this is bad. That I really, really should make yet another attempt to make friends with my CPAP machine so I can sleep and breathe at the same time.
It seems impossible but it’s true.
And I am trying to work up the nerve to do just that. Give it another try. I know that, obviously, not asphyxiating in my sleep all the time could make a huge, huge difference in my quality of life by improving my quality of sleep.
Not to mention my blood oxygen levels.
And I think it’s been long enough since “the incident” where a kink in the CPAP hose made me wake up completely unable to breath until I ripped the mask off that I am at the very least no longer terrified of trying again.
Just very, very nervous.
It’s a hill worth climbing, that’s for sure. But a tough one. Getting used to having the mask on my face and that rather loud machine near my bed and a hose connecting the two that makes it so I can’t just roll over onto my other side without yanking the machine across the room – PLUS the worried about the hose getting kinked – makes for a daunting challenge, especially for someone as flighty as I am.
And as lacking in self-discipline.
So for now, I will just think about it, and wait for the next parting of the clouds in my internal weather system that leaves me feeling good enough to really push myself.
Until then I will just keep sleeping as badly as ever.
I will talk to you nice people again tomorrow.