During one of my blogging breaks, I wrote down some thoughts.
The big man. I've always wanted to be the big man. I had it at college. In classes, at least.
But not in the dorms, the clubs. Not at work. At home. In town. On Xanga. Or at church. The one recognized. The one admired. The one loved. The person people wanted to hang out with.
I used to say that "If I went off-grid, I'd be forgotten in 90 days." But I was wrong.
I've already been forgotten.