Some of you might think I am a Martian, something from another planet altogether. While I cannot say that I blame those people, I want to make a case for just how down to Earth real Adam Honnold is. I beseech you, suspend your judgements, and embrace the Martian. I come in peace, Like Kid Cudi.
Felson and I still don't get along. But we are working together, rest assured. As much as I have tried at every corner to disassociate myself with this whole project right from the very get go, I find myself ever more intricately enveloped by his steady presence.
What do you make of this? Am I a crazy person? Am I just creative? Am I really half retarded? Nobody knows.
I wanted this to be interactive, and you have failed me on the whole. I say this to the cyber world.
Basically what I think is this. I got bored. I can entertain myself, but I got bored. So I had time on my hands, so what do I do? Try to entertain myself some more. What does this translate to? I will Create an enemy. That is it. And I won't tell anyone who it is. But he will introduce himself as if he knows everyone already. What kind of character should this be? Hmmm....maybe an extremely self important self help guru? Someone who is a caricature of everything I find offensive about this world.
And now I have a foe. And we become friends. But we still don't trust each other one bit.
What is this? Is there a psychological condition for this? I mean, aren't we in the labelling business? Don't we call apples apples, and oranges bananas?
What I had hoped was that a story would take shape. And that other people would create their own characters. But I do not know if I succeeded here. Maybe I was taking for granted the fact that people would bite onto this concept. I was clearly wrong in assuming anyone would want to participate in a completely imaginary cyberworld of creativity. Apparently the real world is still the better thing.
Maybe this means more real world for me, the creator of this interactive blogsite. So expect some changes in FM2012. We will be shifting into a different chapter soon.
Goodafternoon, Greenfield.
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