So I was about to go on a big long tirade on Twitter about the horrible aspects of my personality. But, I realised that Twitter isn’t really for that kind of thing. But you know what is? My personal blog, that’s what. Right, here goes. Be warned. If you don’t like attempts at in-depth personal character study (or introspection), then don’t stop here, this is bat country.

In my own inimitable way, I’ve come to a rather interesting, if disturbing, realisation about how ma brain works, yo. Recently, I’ve begun to notice my preponderance for tweeting at people I follow for no good reason. If they don’t tweet back (which of course is perfectly reasonable. I mean, come on), then I get very, very, very bloody insecure about how they view me online i.e. as a creepy stalker with nothing better to do. Thing is, that’s kind of what I am, sometimes. This is not good. Not good at all.

It’s almost like my tweeting at a person is sort of like a bizarre litmus test. It’s like my twisted, sunlight-addled lizard brain wants to know whether “we’re friends” or not. Ugh. Stop it, subconscious. Seriously. I thought we’d gotten over this. Thing is, I can be a really needy person, and this very often borders on the weird and creepy side of things. This happened in secondary school, and it’s kind of happening again now. I wasn’t necessarily going to swear in this blog post, but fuck it. Fuck you, twisted sunlight-addled lizard brain. You have failed me on many occasions. Please do not do so again.

If you managed to make it through those two paragraphs of crazed nigh-on depression, please comment with your honest views on this rather unpleasant side to my personality. Do I really come across the way that I think I do? Am I in need of a slap across the face and a good talking-to? Is it safe? Did Han shoot first? Let’s have some reasoned feedback.