Glamour
People sometimes react to me like I'm glamorous. I tell them about my job and they think it's cool. I think it's a bit like the time I met E and thought the world of her. She told me she went to school and was studying something interesting. I thought, "wow. Her life can't suck".
Or the time I met a speaker at a conference. He seemed not only to know exactly what he was talking about but to captivate all the attendees. Everyone wanted to talk to him. Everyone wanted him to like them.
I think to myself: Neal Stephenson. Just cool. So cool he tells people not to contact him. Ever. Can life suck if you have the ability to make contact with others strictly optional?
So back to me: when a person acts like my life is even one bit of glamour I think of moments like this, when I've spent a day looking at the same error not really knowing where to start.
 From now on, when someone thinks my life is cool I'll direct them to this entry in my blog and have them stare at the image to the left for a few hours.
Heck, how about a night?
And then imagine that they have to fix it, they themselves, all alone; they, in a hotel room the size of a living room - they, in a tiny town in the prairie.
Send good vibes or something.
9:37:15 PM 
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