Unprofessional Blabbing #1

I am at that point in life just beyond the juvenile need to broadcast everything about anything (see: twitter), but not yet mature enough to not want to do it.

I literally just caught myself about to update my Facebook status with "is sad".

Minutes later I caught myself, in an attempt to be a pseudo-intellectual, trying to point out the futility of resolving negative emotions by broadcasting them to a network of people who will judge you for it.

If I could time travel, the first thing I would do is slap myself from five minutes ago. Then I would wait around for two minutes to slap myself again.

Then I'd probably shoot Hitler or something later. But priorities are priorities.