I am a sick human being. I WANT TO BE FRESHLY PRESSED! (Yes, I am stomping my feet as I shout that.)
It’s so exciting. The images are beautiful, the brief blurbs inviting. It just looks so good. I want to be there. Why don’t they PICK ME?
Before you go judging me, I KNOW you’ve thote (for definition of this new word, see the post titled “Thiting“) the same thing. We all want to have others see what we’re up to, sort of, well, maybe not. Do I really want thousands of people peering into my innermost thoughts? What will it reveal?
OK. Yes. I do. I am willing to give up my comfort zone for a fleeting flash of my blog on the FRESHLY PRESSED page. I suddenly feel like a celebrity right before they become famous.
It’s the flash mob of pizazz. The oohs and aahs. Everybody’s talking about them. Then, like an hour later, two if they’re lucky, the celebrities start running, hiding from cameras, imbibing in unhealthy behaviors, and disappearing from front pages whilst shaving their heads or wearing scant clothing, or none at all. But that wouldn’t happen to me! I have character. I have integrity. I have diginity.
PICK ME!!!!!!!! Don’t you like me? Aren’t I good enough??????????
Stop. Think. Breathe. What am I asking for after all? I am obsessed with what gets chosen. I love what I see. WHY?
I think it’s the title of the post. (I am not ashamed of the self-promoting marketing move of today’s post.) Great titles all. You shall see in days to come some meaty titles. I will stop at no lengths to draw their attention. Their. Who are they? Big brother, are you watching?
What does it mean to be Freshly Pressed anyway? It sounds naughty.
Oh, PICK ME!!! Let me get this over with…please! (Have to go now. Have to work on my acceptance speech.)
I guess it’s true. The definition of a warped human being is the need for attention. Take my temp. Hot! Oh my gosh, I don’t even know who just wrote that! Heeeeeelp!