I Can't Wait 'Til Next Week.

Man, I've been trying for days to think of something to post wherein I could bring in the phrase, "As someone who blogs, I know what it means to be entirely useless, but I can't possibly be as useless as..." and I haven't been able to do it. I'm a sorry display. I find it a little funny, y'know? I'm trying my darndest to incorporate a sentence that describes how feckless my blogging is, and I'm so useless that I can't even do that. Good grief. What a failure that is. Oh well, at least I got my sentence in. Wink, wink.

I always find it a little unnerving when someone winks at me. Especially if it's some sort of habit of theirs. It's not like I understand what a wink is supposed to mean thrown in normal conversation, in fact, they make me a little upset. It's as if that person is trying to show me they know something extra special that I don't. That's why they do it, they're all, "If I wink at him, I'll be pretending like I know that he knows that we know this secret information, when really, he'll have no clue and I'll come out looking like the only one who is smart enough to decipher the hidden secrets in our conversation. Loser." I'll just look at my feet when in conversation with winkers. That way, if they try winking, as is their custom, they will be winking at the top of my red head and will be unable to derive their confidence through that awful, belittling scam.

Also, I just wonder how winking at someone is some sort of romantic or sexual indicator.. Because I think it just looks funny and makes me laugh. You know? I'm closing one of my eyes rapidly at you, this means I want you bad. Either that or I'm in the early stages of a ceizure. No, wait, I have Tourette's, sorry. I hope you don't want to lie with me now.

I let it get out of hand again. Sorry. I don't really have that much against winking. Every now and then it's fun to tear apart some socially-acceptable body language that doesn't get a lot of airplay.

Next week: "air-quotes".