I'm not big on math. In fact I despise it. But nonetheless, I cannot find a better way to describe what I'm about to explain to you so here goes.
Variable's we'll need to be familiar with:
M = Metaphours (me)
O = Object/thing
E = Emotion
T = Time
Okay now that that's done, let's begin the equation.
EQUATION OF MY LIFEI, like every natural human being has an emotional reaction whenever they come across some sort of object that has an effect on them. It could be the slightest thing and you may not even notice it, but I have come to realize that this is the basis of emotions. You hear about a terrible air disaster on your local news and your heart drops and suddenly you feel sad. This emotional equation applies. You're favorite show has been renewed for a fifth season. GREAT! Emotional equation, right there. (I hate to be summing things up in such a linear way which I NEVER do, in fact it's killing me inside to do this, but it seems like the only way I can actually explain what I'm trying to explain.) Alright, next equation.
M + O = E
(M + O)/T = > EOkay this is almost the same as the first equation, however we see that over time, my emotional response to the object decreases and I become bored and the object becomes another mundane aspect of my life.
Now this is what TypoC has become to me.
Basically, when I found TypoC, it was great because I could discuss things with fellow INFPs and other people who were familiar with and understood my situation and my personality traits. But over time, it's become little more than just a stop on my web browser "adventure" for me. And this is the sad, neverending basis of my life. Which I pointed out above. I find something, I love it for a while, and then after a while, I get bored and move on to "bigger and better things" like the parasite/nomad that I am. It's like a find a suitable, juicy-looking host, deprive it of all of it's supply of blood and nutrients and then move on to the next suitable host.
And it's not like I just noticed this right now, I noticed it a while ago, and I tried to stop this from happening by making my own "blog" and posting some of my "totally unique" poetry that went by completely unnoticed (not trying to sound like a stereotypical whiny NF btw, just stating the facts) which turned out terrible, frankly...
I don't know about this... This sad, everlasting trend seems to be the plot device in my sham of a life. And it's not just "things" like TypoC, it can be people, places, anything... And I'm sick of it. It depresses me to a level that's just irritating. And it's not you guys that makes me feel this way. There's always some sort of flaw that I somehow see in things no matter how good I feel about it, yet this flaw is my "little ginger bread man" if you will, because I can never seem to actually point out a single legitimate flaw in any of the things I end up abandoning. It makes me feel like a true coward.
I apologize if I'm being whiny and I apologize for being the kind of person who apologizes for being whiny, but this is just the way I feel. Despite the fact that I haven't been here that long and I don't really need a "ba feaux (spl?)" ending as I will no longer be posting on TypoC regularly, but more irregularly (hah, didn't see that comin' did ya?). Think of it as when Brian Wilson (albeit I have a significant less amount of influence) left the Beach Boys but still wrote music for them. Think of it as that. If you bother to read this. So I'll leave you as I came, silently, and suddenly like a thief in the night.
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