Argh.
So yeah I’m trying to think about my digital footprint. I hate it hate it hate it. But there’s this dude called me who likes working. And then there are loads of people who don’t know how to find dudes like me. And then there are loads of people who can’t do what the people are looking for but can make themselves visible to the dudes who are looking.
My Spotlight is about 8 years out of date and I have not addressed it cus I hate having to look at that shit but who else is gonna do it? I have lines to learn as ever. But I spoke to my old mate James and he said I have to get the things that are in my control sorted. Sure I could have done it years ago, I could have written my own wiki… I hate that sort of thing so much though. But I’m finally learning that you have to play the game to have your scores logged. I schooled with a bunch of plugs. All I knew was that I wasn’t gonna be them or care about the them things.
Lou and I went to The Reading Room, which is a new cafe experience type thing with bright red seats down the coast from hers. She drove us there in her new car. Then she asked me not to pay for parking so she could get the apps set up on her phone. So we sat. I had the photo with the numbers, she tried to get it all working. “Excuse me, I thought I should just mention, isn’t it just the most beautiful view from here whilst you are doing nothing but checking your emails,” said this guy next to us. If he cycles, he wears lycra. He had his little shitty goatee. He triggered me into my class, which Lou hates. “Oh, hello mate.” Apparently my volume went up. “It’s great you’ve pointed out this lovely view, thanks how thoughtful of you. Lou here is paying for parking and has a brand new car and has to download an app to park here.” Lou has observed that he’s got cases with him, he’s a tourist. “i live just up there,” she points. She strangely asks me to bring my volume down, which is a break as I’m happy to be high status with this idiot and a united front might have been better but fuck it, he’s an idiot to both of us for different reasons. For Lou he’s an idiot because he’s wrong, for me he’s an idiot because he thinks it’s ok to be passive aggressive like that. It’s probably for the best that she commented on my volume as I would almost certainly have torn him up into tiny tiny little pieces. I might well have hardpatronised him. He had nothing to offer. It’s good that Lou keeps me under control when it comes to things like that. I was inches away from : “Thank you for expressing this, can we both just dig into where this comes from, that you think it’s legitimate to be extremely passive aggressive to strangers, based on a misunderstanding of what they’re doing that lines up with your cognitive bias. What else do you approximate in your life?”
His date came back from the loo. He started blithering on about all the devices he had and then fucking Star Wars – he’s ten years older than me. I dunno … if you are going to police other people socially, you need to be able to do social properly, ya? He thought he was being clever and it came from an observable self importance and then his conversation was bullshit. I hope his date overlooks it all and I’m glad we didn’t humiliate him after she came back. What a twat. But The Reading Room is my new favourite Brighton coffee, despite mister twittybeardface. And he’s just a lycra-lout out of uniform. I’d lay money that he had a skin suit and helmet in those bags, and some kind of bicycle locked very correctly up the road somewhere with an industry standard lock that he wants to tell you about. What a twat. Sorry if you’re a lycra-lout. But God.
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