That was not meant for you
Sometimes, I feel like I'm a zoo animal on display. Maybe I was a little too bold with my writing and accidentally advertised myself: I took my best parts of myself and molded them into a blob with the consistency of mashed potatoes, and drenched it into resin, and displayed the block of resin on my front porch. That's why I see so many people walking up to me, probably taking pictures and crawling under the floorboards of my house to get to know me better, and making me being filmed for a documentary. "The rise and fall of Norrie - more than meets the eye" isn't that an eye catching video essay title?
I feel like there's something about me that makes others want to give me their time and attention, said something would be something that I'm not aware of but somehow everyone else can see it just fine. I get a lot of people knocking at the walls of my ribcage and trying to use their conveniently-there surgical tools to remove my sternum to get inside. When I get scared of the attention, and scatter to my second home, suddenly there are people trying to use their fingernails to expand the opening to my mouse nest to let themselves inside; haven't these guys know you're only meant to be mouse-sized to enter in my nest?
Disregarding my mouse roleplay, I'll need to see myself for who I really am this time. What makes me seem to interesting? and I don't say that to trick you into giving me compliments. I just feel a little weird getting acknowledged when for a lot of my life I was always just seen as the background character in someone's life. With my arched back, subpar wardrobe choices and my eyesight darting side-to-side, people just saw me as weird and went back to their friend group.
Oh it makes sense now. People must see me like a mutated creature! I'm a little ugly, I emit spontaneous noises and my posture is a little twisty, but since I don't make an effort to blend in I thought my bare beige cupboard would make people leave me alone more. Except my bare visuals make people trample on their shoes to reach my house more!
It's weird, I always thought bare = regular, and extravagant = personality. Everyone around me says that and I mentally picked up that opinion while I was treading along on the path of time, so I always thought I was destined to be that boring NPC by finding comfort in plain visuals instead of saturated rainbows.
"I emit spontaneous noises" truly by the way, I don't mean by quoting things either, I can't bare to transcribe them in text, oh I'll try actually: balilodeloiloliloldeldoedldeidldoe. I don't know but it makes your tongue do round-dances while Come On Eileen plays in the background during a movie's depiction of high school prom with the girl it had a crush on.
Is it something about the way I act? in that case I'm already well aware that I'm a little weird and that I tend to get jumpy when it comes to certain things in both means of good and bad. No, I think it is the way that I act, I must stand out like a fat dirty thumb with sore back pain. Sorry, maybe I need to reference more memes and trends in my blogs more often to go back under the radar; I'll spit out the chewed up repeated opinions of others that are coated in dust and saliva, too.
Even if I interest you in a more positive connotation way, and you think I must know what I'm doing and saying. Trust me, I'm not as mighty as you'd make me out to be in your head. I'm dirty, weird and stupid, and I watch baby shows; the baby shows are meant to keep my emotions at bay, I become a very sad person without them. Is it pathetic to say I relate to the more childlike characters more than the more mature ones?
Alas I can memorize the big words all I want but at the end of the day my brain is inflamed on the inside and the inner brain walls are swollen, thus leading to less mental horse power and my iq points begin to compress themselves into eachother, leaving to fewer iq points. What am I even saying.
Whatever, my words trying to chew at the wall's plaster to tell you this but they are too swept up and pricked by the feet at my dragging idioms to describe how I feel. So I will pass over the microphone to the words and tell my idioms to sit like a good dog.
Hi my name is the words, and I don't make my blogs to get popular. I wasn't trying to be clever nor to impress anyone with my stringed phrases, I was just trying to express myself, that's all. Also this is a very old unfinished blog from January, and as of this line being written, the rest of this was finished in late February.
Thank you for your time, the words. Considering my month's long nap before this was posted, I'm confident to say I don't have people investigating my ribs anymore. Officially irrelevant! I'm throwing a party now, on floor 438, please excuse the boxing people in the corridors, and you're gonna have to trudge through a maze-like gift shop after leaving the elevator, and the floors full of legos before you can enter my actual party.
Like how I am, remember that I used Sprunki birthday decorations for my officially irrelevant party. (Get it, Sprunki's meant to be irrelevant, the year's 2026 now) Just imagine the way this blog would've gone if I didn't fall asleep for a month straight?