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Why Am I Like This, pt. V

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Why Am I Like This, pt. IV

Nobody:

Me: *joins casual conversation about shoe preferences on work chat*

Me: *sweats, heart rate increases*

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Funny?

It always feels so weird when I tag my own posts “funny.” I know it helps readers find your stuff and it’s standard practice or whatever, and I try not to let it bother me, but it seems really presumptuous, you know? Like, how do you know this is funny, dude? Did you take a survey??

Really, it should be “I think this is funny” or “attempt at being funny,” but I’m guessing that wouldn’t SEO so good.

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Me, Myself, and Why

It’s so frustrating when another person keeps popping up in your thoughts uninvited, just to upset you. It’s like, you want to be mad at them, but you can’t, because the only person actually inside your head is you??

Leave myself alone, jerk!

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Correlation

Is it just me, or is the attractiveness of a motorcycle directly correlated with the attractiveness of its rider? Like, it seems like choppers and Harleys are always driven by leathery old dudes with scruffy beards and a gut, while sexy crotch rockets like these two are way more likely to be driven by–well, sexy crotch rockets like these two:

An attractive woman wearing black clothes and a white helmet, sitting on a rose gold Yamaha R6 motorcycle.
🚀

I suppose it could just be that the latter also seem more likely to be wearing protective gear. Intelligence is sexy, too!

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Why Am I Like This, pt. III

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A List of My Favorite Integers

I know, I know, it’s the sexiest title you’ve read all year, but please keep your undies on. We’re in public.

  • 0 and 1 – Zero and one aren’t actually on my list of favorites, but I have to give them respect for essentially making all other numbers possible (and also out of professional obligation as a programmer).
  • 2 – Two is such an underrated number. It seems so plain and innocuous, but it does so much! It’s the first prime number, the base (binary) that makes computers possible, and the smallest whole number that makes possible multiplication, exponentiation, logarithms, and rationals! It’s small but mighty; if it were a character in a fantasy novel, I think it would be a dwarf.
  • 3 – Not a huge fan of three, but I really like multiples of three? I don’t know, man. I didn’t build this head, I just live in it.
  • 9 – Nine! Oh man, I love nine. It sort of seems like it should be prime, but it’s a perfect square! Kind of goth–like, at first it looks like it might murder you in your sleep, but then you get to know it and realize it’s actually really sweet. (Four is a square number too, but four is suuuuper boring. A square of nine has that nice little dot in the center–so much more aesthetically pleasing.) Nine is probably my favorite number overall.
  • 12 – Twelve has the charming, sophisticated air of someone with a lot of practice at being modest because they know they have a lot to be modest about. It has a lot of factors, so it makes an excellent base! You can divide it evenly by two, three, four, and six. Much more sensible than base-ten, which only has five and two as factors. It’s not just some math-nerd hypothetical, either: we actually use base twelve! Take a closer look at the next clock you see, or the next carton of eggs you buy.
  • 13 – Thirteen is considered unlucky in some cultures, but I think it’s handsome. So close to the extra-factorizeable twelve, yet it’s prime! Very chic.
  • 21 – Another one of those numbers that seems like it ought to be prime, but isn’t. I don’t care much for seven on its own, but when you combine it with three you get some interesting results.
  • 27 – The first cube after the mediocre eight; nine extended into the third dimension. Seductive, strong, complex but understated. Kind of reminds me of my spouse. I think if twenty seven were a person it would probably be non-binary and pansexual, too.
  • 60 – Sixty is that really fit, smart friend that everyone loves, and they’re sometimes a dick about it, but if you need their help they’ll show up without fail. It has even more factors than twelve! Sixty is probably the number base that super-intelligent space aliens would use. Just look at all the different ways you can slice this bad boy up: two, three, four, five, six, ten, twelve, fifteen, twenty, and thirty! Man, I’m getting hot just thinking about it. Oh, and in case you think this is another example of some obscure math nonsense that no one will ever use in real life? Take a second look at that clock…
  • 64 – Eight may be mediocre, but it gets a major glow-up when you square it. Sixty four is a little hyperactive, but in kind of an endearing way, like a dog. It just has a big heart, you know? (Personally, I think all the powers of two seem a little hyper. Like they’re constantly bouncing up and down on their toes, barely containing their urge to show off just how extra even they are. “Look, look! You can divide me in half eight times!” Sixty four is big enough to know it could show off, but small enough to be modest and without the inferiority complex of poor thirty two.)
  • 101 – Ahh, just look at it. So nice and symmetrical. And it’s prime! A lot like eleven, which almost made this list, but one-oh-one beats it out for mostly the same reason that nine is better than four and twenty seven is better than eight. There’s just something a little unsatisfying to me about a symmetry that pivots around an absence. I much prefer when there’s a thing in the middle.
  • 111 – Cute but weird, like a pug. Has the same nice symmetry as one hundred and one, plus it’s a pleasant repeated digit, and it’s another number that really seems like it should be prime, but isn’t. But then for some reason its factors are three and thirty seven–blech! Somehow that ugly, bizarro combination comes out super cute?

There aren’t many numbers bigger than one-eleven that stand out to me in particular, so I guess that’s it. Oh, wait! I almost forgot:

  • 69 – LOL

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Why Am I Like This, pt. II

Me:  *keymashing*

Text: “g;dkg;sfsjklf”

Me: hmmmmm

Me: *typing carefully*

Text: “hg;dkga;sfsjklf”

Me: That’s better.

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Huh

Maybe I should be self-indulgent more often?

A bar chart showing views and visitors for the author's blog. Mostly short bars, two of which are labeled "poem I'm really proud of" and "I think it's funny." Three taller bars, labeled "one person binge-reading," "I'm sad waahhh," and "melodramatic love letter to nobody." The last two are also labeled "popular???"

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SECRET CRUSH

We’ve been cleaning out our old storage unit lately, which means I’ve been rediscovering a lot of memorabilia and souvenirs (and baby clothes, and broken toys, and expired toiletries, and homework assignments from 20 years ago, and literal garbage…)

As you can imagine, there have been a few nostalgia bombs.

One of the treasures I uncovered is from high school, when I had a positively brobdingnagian crush that I was too much of a weenie to do anything about. For some reason, it was very important to me that no one ever find out who my SECRET CRUSH was–or, indeed, that I had a SECRET CRUSH at all. I wouldn’t even write their name down!

Well, except for one time. You see, I had this idea that since I couldn’t talk to them (I mean literally: I had trouble saying a single word to them even though we had all the same friends), I would confess my feelings in a letter.

Now, if you’re thinking that I wrote my SECRET CRUSH a mash note with the intent of doing something normal like, I don’t know, giving it to them–well, you better buckle up, ’cause the weenie train hasn’t even left the station.

Actually giving my crush the letter? Way too scary. I just thought it would be nice to have it written out, so I would know what I would write if I was brave enough. So I wrote the letter and then just kept it in my journal…right?

Ha!

You see, the thought of actually writing the letter I would hypothetically give to my crush if I was brave enough…was still too scary. So instead, I drew a sketch of the letter.

That’s right, folks: I drew a picture of a hypothetical love letter. It’s now hypothetical twice.

(Hold your applause, please: we’re just coming to the best part!)

What did the letter say, you ask? BEHOLD:

(It’s a deadname. Get it???)

I…I can’t, you guys. I’m dying. This is so sad it’s hilarious. I drew a sketch of the hypothetical love letter I would write if I was brave enough to write the letter I would hypothetically give to my crush if I was brave enough to give it to them, and in that sketch…the letter’s blank. I couldn’t even imagine imagining what I would imagine saying to them!

Well, okay, it wasn’t entirely blank: I did put their name on it. I was brave enough to do that much, at least!

…I just had to then immediately tear the page out of my journal, fold it up, put it in a SECRET box, and stash the SECRET box in a SECRET hiding place in my room, so that no one would ever, ever find out about my SUPER SECRET CRUSH.

Especially my crush.

(We ended up married, by the way. I did get there eventually!)

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