#1 Fan.
At least in my limited experience. But when the energy keeps building, the results are explosive. Time get warped to a point where a half hour set seems to flash by in an instant. The sense of accomplishment floods my brain with dopamine. I don’t want to ever stop doing this.
Now that I am a member of all three of the main social networks, I’m well on my way to becoming a grade A attention whore!
@radhominem
This is a phrase I hear often that I both agree and disagree with. Everyone has certain measurement of beauty, but to me being “beautiful” indicates a high measure of beauty, whereas “ugly” and “average” indicate a lower measure. Beautiful, average, and ugly are all relative terms that sort of need each other in order to have any definition at all. But by saying all girls are beautiful, you are saying that all girls have the same/similar measure of beauty…which means that all girls are actually average.
But don’t unfollow me just yet, because the above paragraph is not my actual opinion.
We have to also remember that beauty is subjective. Just like art. Everyone has their own definition of beauty. I’ve met some girls who I think are drop dead gorgeous, but who my friends think are ugly as sin. I also think that the 65 year old Susan Sarandon is ten times hotter than Megan Fox. Every woman alive can be considered beautiful (or ugly) in some way or form, whether it be inner beauty or outer beauty.
So in conclusion, all girls are beautiful. All girls are also ugly. Same goes for boys.
Riding the Bart Train has become a routine for me. I can’t help but to observe how robotic people become while riding it. Nearly everyone around me is fully affixed to their mobile devices. Myself included. Nobody is looking out the window. Nobody is talking to each other. It’s awkwardly impersonal, yet we all prefer to keep to ourselves.
It seems like our gadgets have become extensions of our bodies and minds; mechanical organs which allow us to hide in cyberspace no matter where our physical bodies are located. But hey, it’s convenient. Sometimes it’s easier to text a (pretend) friend than it is to save a dying conversation. Sometimes it’s easier to listen to music instead of talking to the pretty girl sitting next to you on the bus.