My terrible secret

I'll admit it, I have one, I'm not afraid anymore to tell people.
I have a Facebook profile. And I cringe every damn time I use it.
I've always looked down upon MySpace, Facebook, and I've missed out on what the big deal is about...Tweeter..is it? Well whatever the kids call it. I don't use them much, only because I don't want to feel that my electronic self is actually much more interesting than I actually am. Which is a little lame for me. (I have thought about MySpace as a way to start off my amateur music career though, but I don't know if I'm ready to put myself out there.)
I had a 'moment' the other day. Those that make you sit back and think, wow. If only for a little while.
I'm an introvert, but I'm a very social creature as well. And on the morning train to Uni, unbeknownst to me, I sit with my back turned to a lady friend from school, and get lost in my iPod music. She's one of those that I can talk comfortably to, as in, I don't have to be careful about what I say to her = comfortable conversation.
Getting of the train, I notice her for the first time, she's 5 or so metres in front of me and chatting to some bloke. Now I could've caught up and said hi, and talked to her for the 10 minute walk to Uni, but I didn't and enjoyed my music and a slow walk; meet thy introverted self.
Now, hours later and at home, I think, 'Oh I should send her a note on her Facebook, saying I saw her at the train station', but that I actually DIDN'T talk to her.
That was the moment. I was going to tell her on an electronic forum that I saw her but didn't talk to her?
'Hey Jess, I saw you at the train station this morning! I was 5 metres behind you listening to my music! :D:D:D:D:D'
Hours after said incident? And why? Cos' I can prove that I'm a social, fun loving, out going person? And that I actually smile that much? I then went off at myself for being one of 'those' people and took a vow of no Facebook, only for a few days though cos' I do love to poke around in stranger's photo albums. God I do love to stalk.
It can be a great social networking site, I find that invites for birthday celebrations for example, is much more efficient than sending texts/mails. But to actually admit that I'm comfortable enough to talk to YOU on Facebook but not in person is the kicker. My long-standing thoughts on online social sites such as Facebook could go on for a long time, but I'm tired. I might add more in the future. Oh and as an add-on thought, I don't update my status to tell everyone what I'm eating/doing/thinking/feeling/humping/licking every damn minute of the damn day. Cos' honestly, why would I ever socialise with you if I know everything about you? Let's keep the magic please =).

And Emily Haines, marry me! I'll pick you flowers, honest.

Where it all started

Somehow, some way, I always end up getting hurt in football. The Australian version. There's never a game where I won't sustain a 'football week' defining injury. Will it be the hamstring? The fingers? A bung knee? I always end up going home and feeling sick, and admiring my war wounds. There's a certain amount of pain I feel when getting bumped around by elbows, forearms to the face, knees to the solar plexus...before it feels good. Really. Want a way to relieve stress? Play an opposition football team that wants to hurt you, bad, for the best part of 2 hours. Then get hurt, bad, really bad. Screw your bubble baths and meditation, hit me, and make sure I feel it. Don't get me wrong, I don't seek fights, I just like to have the living daylights knocked out of me now and again.
The impacts one feels in a football match have to be felt to be appreciated.
I'm glad I play one of the most ridiculously lenient sports ever, at least lenient at an amateur level where a cheap shot to your stomach won't be caught on a camera and punished. There's no glory when I play, no one cares if you ridiculously put your body on the line, no one cares if you're in a world of hurt on your back feeling your ribs for broken bones.
Travelling in the car on the way home, I'm knocked into consciousness (tunnel vision is fun) when hearing Tyler Durden's words played to the sound of a soft Techno'ish beat on the radio. Literally. Don't know the name of the song. 'It's only after we've lost everything that we're free to do anything. ' And suddenly I can't wait to play the next week and get hurt again.
This blog is inspired.
Here's the thoughts of a 20 year old male wasting his University studies.