Sunday, April 11, 2010

Um. That isn't normal.

I was Formspring creeping (my favorite hobby and yours) and I read a question about me on someone's Formspring that I don't speak to and never will speak to. It wasn't even a question, more of a statement or a suggestion. Even so, it made me feel exponentially uncomfortable. I figure this is, on a very small scale, how I'd feel if like the CIA knocked on my door and dragged me out of my house, threw me in the back of their van and brought me to some room with no windows and padded ceilings. And I'd be like, "...you got the wrong guy. I didn't do anything to belong here. I had nothing to do with the crystal meth heisters you're after." Like I'd done everything to be safe of Formspring hassle (and steer clear from that person), but I still ended up there...

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