disconnection

one of the comics i like, julia wertz, did an entire comic of illustrations referencing craigslist Missed Connections ads. i haven't read the whole book, but the idea seemed like an interesting place to investigate some people and get some ideas for characters.

next time i'll brace myself a little better before jumping into those waters. holy hell. King Arthur looking for his Queen (close to UCLA) - complete with corporate portraits and pictures of his home. i mean, i could spend a few hours decoding the level of narcissism and loneliness and a million other things, but, i'll be honest, the guy just freaked me out.

there was also a paparazzi who went on and on and on in this post basically trying to convince some poor girl he talked to at a club one night that she should go out with him again because he is friends with celebrities and texts a lot (i'm not kidding. the texting was a selling point).

the idea of the experiment was to look at some w4m entries as well, just to see what the landscape is like, but honestly, i've had a bit more than i can take. between that and the 24 pages of the 26 page New Yorker article about Paul Haggis and Scientology, I'm so fucking confused about why people do the things they do that it's bringing me down. under some other circumstance i'd let this be an opportunity to feel superior. but then i realize i don't have anything figured out either - i'm just not looking in the directions that the people i bother to investigate are looking.

to someone, somewhere, i am as confusing, pathetic, abhorrent, as the people whose lives i attempted to comprehend today. bat shit crazy, i'm telling you.