Been here for a month now, but I’ll be heading back to stay with the fam-jam for a few days over Easter weekend; I leave tomorrow and will be back in TO on Monday. I have my first shift at Starbucks next Wednesday (the 23rd) and I really am looking forward to it! My new boss seems like a lovely chap and very accommodating.
I’ve also started volunteering at a local museum – Campbell House. So if you’re ever in the area, I’m the bushy-haired redhead who will be looking around the place in a dreamlike state. I’m mostly helping with events for now, but eventually I’ll get to the point where I can lead a tour. Hopefully.
I’m trying not to think too hard about my “relationship” with Grundy. There is very obvious sexual chemistry between us, which makes the whole friendship a lot harder. We’re working backwards (making the friendship after dating for a little while) and all I can think about is throwing him down for a tumble then having a deep conversation about Star Wars after. It does not help that I am currently PMSing, and thus my emotions and hormones are all screwy, but my gods…if he smiles at me again, I may just throw my panties at him. Anyone out there watch Archer? Because the entire situation between he and I can be summed up with the phrase: Danger Zone.
But I seriously have fallen for Toronto. It’s bloody, bloody expensive to live here, but there’s just so much to do! I’ve been enjoying my down time; reading, going into bookstores, spending huge amounts of money that I don’t really have, and just perusing. My favourite place is Kensington Market. I could walk around there for hours and always find something new. Graffiti Alley is especially fun to walk down, as I have a little piqued interest in street art. Maybe it ties to my love of tattooing.
Anyhoo, in relation to the title (I digress very easily): has anyone else noticed how saturated we all are by social media? Heck, even online porn sites ask if you want to share a link to the video you just watched on Facebook or Twitter. Yes, Grams, please examine my midget amputee porn. We’ll talk about it over dinner tomorrow night. I’m not saying that people actually use that feature, but it exists and that simply means that at least a percentage of users/consumers have expressed an interest in wanting to share their kinks.
It doesn’t exclusively extend to taboo aspects of society either. I cannot count the amount of wedding albums and new baby albums that I’ve seen all over my Newsfeed. I mean, I spend a lot of time on Facebook (it keeps me feeling connected when everyone I know is far away or unable to be with me) but I do not post every thing that has ever happened to me. I do not see the reason some people have to share every moment of their lives, especially children who have no idea what Facebook is. I’ve had friends who have set up accounts for their two year olds! What the heck, y’all? Your kid is adorable (all babies are) and yours is special to you. If you want family members to see Baby Jr., email them the photos! Why boil down every essence of your personality to your ability to care for a combination of you and the partner of your choice? Pride? Vanity? The fact that you believe that your sense of self is now tied to this blubbering, drooling mass of twitching limbs and frequent bowel movements? Come ON.
Don’t misunderstand: I love babies. I even want a couple once I get my life on track (someday -crosses fingers-). But I refuse to saturate my friends with baby pictures, baby posts, constant relationship updates, constant relationship gripes (that’s what this blog is for!), and nonsensical updates related to aspects of my life which other people will simply not care about in a few hours. This constant sense of connection, perhaps, makes people deluded into thinking everyone cares about Baby Jr. shoving carrots up his nose for the third time this week. We don’t. We really, really don’t. Maybe it’s the fact that I don’t have kids, but some mothers (who I know are proud as all fuck of their children) don’t bombard us regular people because they want to keep the moments for themselves. Holy crap, way to be revolutionary! No sarcasm, but in this age of over-saturation of everything, it’s nice to see some people can keep things under wraps.
Now, I have to go get ready for dinner with my uncle. As always, here is a completely unrelated picture to lighten this rant of a post: