Affirmation is good

you post the most redundant little thing, and there is a triumphant message "your post was successful!" Well, thanks very much.
I fought my way through the flames and rescued the cooking - perfectly done, I was possibly communing with the yam hive mind.
When it's sunny I usually feel like I must achieve lots of things; nice day, light, could go places. Instead I was working & in a totally vitriolic mood, a distressingly common combo lately. Resurfacing on facebook does not improve my frame of mind...damn photogenic people & their fantabulous lives. All going places, been lots of places, even down to the ethnicity guide; bloody exotic flowers listing every skerrick of international blood that they might have, unto the 72nd generation. Its terribly embarrassing to say I'm a boring old New Zealander. I can't even get into that bullshit "I have Irish ancestry, and English, and Scottish - who'd of thought, they all argued so much" schtick... there is something hideous about turning oneself into a veritable U.N. or at least commonwealth; where presumably ones ancesters passed the peace pipe and staged a love-in. How having multicultural relations garners one such credibility I don't know; yay you, you done good. I feel the mellow sun of Greece just looking at the pallor of your 64th Athenian skin. Oh! Your great great uncle Monty once went on a hunting trip and he was carried by natives? No wonder you have such natural rhythm. I expect you are an excellent shot too.
Of course, there is the revulsion of the hundreds of friends people seem to have on facebook. I almost begin to feel unpopular, couldn't possibly be any problem with my personality...I'm just exclusive. I'm also a reductionist, and I diminish where other people talk things up. I'm not good at mutual admiration societies either.
Looking into the crystal ball, I see an amazing future of crap for myself, with these marketable skills.
I book guarded a book on karma today, I wonder what I did in a past life?
Much as I would like to say I was Aleister Crowley my personality and the 1000 or so other claimants make that one unlikely. How about Keith Richards? He might as well be already dead.