log: new insta and shit

벌레 일지 WORMDATE: PHASE 1: 586(+???): 35-3,363: 82.4 %–79.1 %

Just to get it out of the way, I have a new public Instagram account. @trashorbit You can see it in the sidebar. I generally follow back. Um, if your account is private and I don’t know you, I might not. That’s just me trying to respect your space. But feel free to DM and introduce yourself or whatever. I actually like DM conversations but, then again, it’s not as if I have a lot of people sending me dickpics. So, I don’t know – do whatever you want with that info.

So why do this? Well, part of it is the Phase 1 of reopening. (Going terribly by the way, thanks for asking.) These days, it’s difficult to make friends without some sort of online component. Been that way for a while. So, you know, just trying to be social.

The other thing is, it really is about time that I got back on some sort of online grift. Kick ye olde internets and see if any free shit falls out. This was pretty much my wife’s idea.

There’s no dignified or graceful way to say this but, well, I tend to get a bit of a reaction on the street. And a couple of weeks ago, Wife and I were out and about and people kept talking about how handsome I was and that sort of thing. Some people were startled by my appearance. This happens to me on a fairly regular basis. People clutch their hearts, drunk girls attempt to tackle me, men get handsy, this shit happens anywhere and everywhere I live. I’ve gotten used to it over the years. Wife hadn’t seen it in a bit.

And Wife was like, there has got to be a way to make money off you. And I was like — that was your job but you got bored and quit! You see, Wife was briefly running a public account where she pretended to be me to try to get free shit. But she got bored and quit.

So, the long and the short of it, is my wife has put me on the stroll.

And that’s fine. It gives me a chance to practice my Korean (still terrible, thanks for asking) and it’s kind of nice to interact locally online. It also gives a bit of view into some things that are happening and what’s popular around town. While it means that we all have to put up with the somewhat disturbing spectacle of me pretending to be a normal human being, I hope that using the service will help me meet people, solidify some relationships I already have, and all that sort of balderdash. We’ll just have to see. Could be a terrible decision!

Aside from that, I finished my archaeology class a while back. I think I’ve done well but it was incredibly frustrating. Every once in a while, a college class reminds me of being in high-school and, well, I fucking hated high-school. I really dislike being in the situation of ‘well this rule doesn’t let me do my best work, learn, or give an effort that I’m proud of’ so having to say ‘fuck that rule’ while still sort of trying to obey it. Just makes me into a total mess. I’m very rarely proud of my answers but I always try to be proud of my effort. When I feel like I’m not allowed to make my best effort? It completely fucks my head.

But, I must be growing up or something. Because when this stuff happens now, I don’t just fuck-off the whole school thing (as much as I might want to) but just get through it. Unhappily.

I also applied to be a research apprentice on a couple of things. One of them is to do with global health disparities. It all sounds interesting.

So, that’s what I’ve been doing with my free time between classes. I’m also writing, and Wife got us a gym membership. Been a while since I’ve been in a proper gym. My body is feeling it. A lot of strange things ache. But it’s been good. I’ve never had anyone to check my form and help with that before and, turns out, that proper form makes a lot of difference.

I wanted to learn how to do a deadlift. That didn’t go so well. I was quickly examined, told that my forearms are fine but I don’t have the lower-back or core strength and my hamstrings aren’t flexible enough. Should I try a deadlift, I’d end up in the hospital. I would like to think that was a bit harsh but, just between us, in the outside exercise zone, I did try deadlifts and, well, let’s just say I was not moving or sleeping well for weeks after.

But I’ve started a program that might end in me being able to do one of those things.

It is fucking weird working out during daylight hours tho. Makes me feel day-drunk.

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