An Out-Of-The-Body Experience (More Commonly Known As What-Have-You)

Here I was, thinking that maybe it was a bad mistake (you mean there're good ones?!-- Hmn.. Silly question but: yes. Although it does depend with the amount of prejudice, also known as preferred illusions, into it.). I normally like mistakes , especially my own, as they never fail to uncover something about me (and people) that I never thought I had but suspiciously felt I did (have, I mean). Lookit that! Another entry! When will I tire I wonder (I think I did yesterday but whoever said I had a limit on the times one can tire of something? God knows, and I'll bet "He" does- pardon affixing a gender to the idea- that humans are more than comfortable in repeat refreshments...)? Ho well. That was a rhetoric but, hey, don't they feel better when they're out of your head and out to annoy people with their imperviousness? *sigh* A relief, lemme tell ya.
So moving on, I was just speaking to Jayce of (pretentiously but oddly aptly titled) "Cobwebs and Souls Blog" and he, trying to deliver the message with as much insouciance (Boy, wouldn't he just LOVE having such a nice word used in the same sentence as his name!) he can muster, tells me that he's "outed" me (Mind you, I don't think I encased the word in quotation marks with the same reason he has but fools do stumble across treasures now and then). Whoa (insert deadpan humour). ... Gyah hah hah. As if it matters (I can hear people agreeing but I'll get you guys one of these days. Don't worry.). Those who do know me already know I am Egomet. And for those who don't know me as Joel but know me as Egomet-- Why should it even have any value? I just can't see it. Perhaps Old Age has stunted my learning growth but I just can't over this (mole) hill. Actually I can and I'm just being a drama queen insisting I can't. Ho hum. Now that terribly bores me (dainty creature that it is). So, Jayce, if yer reading this (and no doubt I'll force feed it to you-- yet again...), It doesna really matter so tell me why it gave you pleasure/satisfaction/ sense of fulfillment/_________(insert appropriate feeling associated with satiation). On second thought... Don't. 'll just annoy myself thinking why instead. Hooray. Now, that certainly feels better.
Now onto other things (assuming I can come up with the "other things"-- very post-mortem in reverse). I was thinking how nice it would be if the new pope (He, of the Roman Catholic persuasion) were to just die. He's a lot more annoying than the first (The previous one was afflicted with so much medical inconsistencies that he couldbn't really be bothered coming up with his own thoughts- I hear the new one ghostwrote for him). Plus he thinks a lot of things are plain evil. Especially people of MY persuasion (that would be me and the general populace of Homo-Rama-Ville). Great. I knew I'm evil but to be evil BY DEFAULT?! What sacrilege. I thought I had earned it and turns I needn't have tried. Oh well. What a waste of time and effort.

At least I had fun.

P.S.
And, yes, Jayce, I would be insulted were people to think you even came close to my level of intelligence but feel free to have your illusions. It's free I hear. I doubt that it is but I'm not about to clear THAT misconception up. So much more "happy thoughts" in waiting and seeing people eventually find out.

P.P.S.
But don't let this give people the wrong idea. Although he did exercise bad taste in calling me "Joselito" but what could I expect? I actually like Jayce. Terribly shallow but delightfully misled. Such honesty can't walk past me without a tug or two. I think we're starting to become friends (Not so horrific now that it's on its way... Feels strangely familiar...).

Let us gaze into the mirror and lose what's left of innocence, shall we?