An open letter to the men on OKCupid

I really, really want to put this on my profile, but I'm afraid it will come off unnecessarily bitchy and rude. So here goes:

Dear OKCupid users,

LEARN HOW TO FUCKING COMMUNICATE. Okay, that was pretty harsh. But seriously? You give me nothing to respond to. Nothing! I don't stop writing to blow you off, it's because you don't know how to write to another person. In order to communicate on the internet, written words are going to have to be exchanged and for the sole purpose of getting to know someone else, essentially letters are going to need to be written.

It's like, I can see you almost getting there, starting well and then you just...don't take the time to finish.

For example "hi, how are you" is a good start, but it should not be the entire contents of your message because I only have one word to say back to that and I'm probably not even going to make that much effort.

"I like the movie Usual Suspects, too!" Okay, that's a good try! You read through my profile and paid attention to what I like and tried to find common ground. A step in a positive direction. But then you just leave it there. There's really no direction to go from there. I already know I like it. I have no idea what you like about it, or what we can discuss about it or why else you messaged me because if it's based on just one movie, then...I think this is already doomed.

So tip #1: Either elaborate on information you give about yourself so that I learn more about you, or ask questions about me so that I have something I can write back to you about.
Here's a hint: Think about how it would sound if you were sitting at a dinner table with another person. "I like that movie." "That's....cool." *awkward silence*

Another example. Since I like to have enough substance to respond to, I like to give other people that courtesy by actually talking to them. So I will write some things about me and ask questions about them to give various topics that could be further discussed. Instead I am me with "cell phones are easier!" and "that manifesto" you wrote. Okay, so what the hell are we even doing on here then?
Tip #2: If you do not want to write messages with me then do not message me in the first place!

One more thing, the S&M stuff I see on there is starting to weird me out. I don't know why OKcupid is giving me this "dom" guys or what it's trying to say about me as a person, but I do not like it. There's plenty of other forums to meet people into that stuff, so take it over that way because it instantly creeps me out that you're just throwing that into the public masses.

Tip #3: TMI is not the same thing as putting facts about yourself in a profile so that I can get to know you.

Sincerely,
A

There, I think that's everything I wanted to say! Feels good to air that out!

An Introduction

Hi,
My name is Amanda. I work in a library, yet don't consider myself a librarian even though it's in my job title. I suppose part of that is that I didn't go to school for it and Library School seems to be a big part of this industry. But then, that's why I got my general business/marketing degrees, to pretty much ensure that I could get a job anywhere because technically every job is going to be a business in some capacity. Oddly enough, sometimes practicality does win out with me.

I am single and I'm sure we'll be hearing much more about that later in this blog.

I like cats and have a myriad of them at my house, both inside and out. This relates to the above in that I am probably going to die a crazy, old cat lady.

I'm a Gemini and many of the descriptions out there are pretty accurate towards me. The biggest problem is probably jumping from one project to another and never actually completing anything. And superficiality. I'm bad about that, too.

I have seen very little of the world and the stuff I have seen hasn't been that interesting. Ooh, except the NASA trip. Maybe that will come up again.

I am a weird mix of insecurity, comfortableness, laziness, independence, bossiness, creativity and anxiety.

I am 28 years old, but have taken to just calling it 30 so that it won't be so bad when that actually happens. I'm still a bit afraid of it, though. :(

I still like toys. Very much. And shopping. And games. Fun stuff.

I also wish I was better at something artistic so that I could put all the ideas and stories that come into my head in some form that could be viewed by others or even remembered by me again, but I suck and can't find the means to learn and can't even find a collaborator to do this stuff with. Perhaps that says something more about me, which is where the low self-esteem rears it's ugly head.

And summed up, I really don't sound that interesting, so already blog has epic fail written all over it.

Another Beginning

So many half-assed footprints left on the internet that nobody but me will ever probably know about. I imagine this one will end up like the others since I often have these whims of grand ideas that will surely blossom into an ongoing thing that takes me to awesome places and then turn out to last til the end of the day if I'm lucky.

This one...I'm not sure. Because at the moment I don't have plans to show it to anybody I know. I started typing out a diary of sorts in my email/flash drive, but when the tough times passed I didn't feel the need anymore. I'm struggling with interior things in a more general sense now, though and I think I just need a more personal outlet. Facebook is filled with family members and friends I never talk to in real life or online and livejournal's a weird assortment of people I know in real life and have met online through different interests, so I use it more for superfluous updates rather than going through feelings and what not. So why do I even want to broadcast the things I won't say to friends out to the internet? Hm, good question.

I suppose I'm envious of other bloggers who obtain friends and followers just by posting clever musings on the internet. I have...musings so why not me too? Maybe I just have a lot to say that doesn't fall into my other accounts, but might be shared by other people out there. Maybe a more structured form will keep me on track with actually writing things down so that I don't forget my own life. Or maybe I just know that nothing will really come of this anyway, so it doesn't really matter.