#fingerEnergy needs to be #aThing

I really think saying #masto should be #AThing ... Because saying #mastodon takes sóoóoóoóo long. And #insta is a thing. #instagram

Because I'm a literal big, strong stoic white male. You might say I'm the strong silent type.

Fuck it. Let's have this discussion.

Did I do the content warning thing right? I've spent about two hours exploring the idea of literalness and *MY* sense of humor because the two are so intertwined with me.

Basically all I do is send out statements which exist in a state of ternary semantic superposition between boring pronouncement of fact, hilariously clever quip, and davidbrentian inducer of cringe, by which I mean the that particular oscillatory state of low-grade contempt and bone-deep dread that I assume we're supposed to understand the characters reacting to Brent are experiencing because of him when he's making his most desperate and obvious attempts to be liked.

*big inhale*

I try to make people like me by being funny.

That's a thing I do, I've discovered recently.

It probably could be categorized as a legitimate compulsion.

Actually, "I try to..." etc.

Hold up. I'm gonna try something.

&c.

fuck yeah. that's classy as fuck.

SHIT! I mean:

That's clasfy as fuck.

That was literally just my mind having fun and playing and being silly BY ITSELF.

If only there were a word for that.

Fuck, where was I?

OK. The thought occurred to me, "could the character of David Brent be placed on some kind of #neurodivergency spectrum or something?"

The short answer is no.

I'm trying to claw my way out of this madness so, if this gets 100 likes or upvotes or whatever I'll discuss my thoughts on how the character of David Brent can be examined through the emerging field of autistic literary analysis that I'm apparently trying to make #aThing.