Also, uh, I love you.

The fourth installment of my rambling series, where I talk about about the guy behind the Plok avatar. It's very me-centric, so feel free to dip out if you want. If you do stick around, potentially gross / boring content ahead.

I've fallen down a rabbit hole of podiatry videos on YouTube. There's something oddly satisfying about watching out-of-control nails getting trimmed, and I feel like I've learned a lot about podiatry. Gosh, sometimes it's so bad the doctor has to use a dremel, a power tool, to file the nails down because the regular nippers aren't strong enough. It's crazy how long people wait before seeking medical attention. I'm a morbidly curious person. I wanna see the most extreme cases people come in with. I want to see the grossest, craziest conditions. I wanna see fungus run amok, the worst ingrown toenails ever, the thickest calluses and warts. I wanna see whole toenails removed and big abscesses lanced. I've always been sorta interested in learning about diseases and conditions and seeing how they're treated (and how best to avoid getting them). I've never been squeamish about seeing surgeries and I'm not sure that anything grosses me out really. The videos I've watched have millions of views so I guess there's a big community of people out there like me. The point I'm making is take good care of yo feet, y'all.

This Spider-Man cart for Sega Genesis had the artwork peeled off when I bought it, but I fixed it good.

The 3rd installment of my ongoing rambling series where I talk about my personal life for no particular reason. Potentially boring content ahead.

My chewable, low dose, cherry-flavored Bayer aspirin came in the mail today. That would be fine if I ORDERED THIS!! Why did Walmart send me aspirin? I literally didn't order anything. I saw no purchases on my Walmart account, no money is missing from my bank account. I guess somebody out there from Spartanburg South Carolina who knows my address decided I needed chewable, low dose, cherry-flavored Bayer aspirin ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Behind my colorful cartoon avatar is a regular ol' person with a mostly regular life. This is my ongoing rambling series where I talk about my personal bits. That sounded wrong. Anyways, potentially boring content ahead. You've been warned.

The worst part about being a vegetarian is people always asking me "don't you wish you could eat this?" I can actually eat anything I want, and I do. If I wanted a hot dog, I would eat one. If I wanted to eat a steak, I would eat one. There's no impenetrable barrier that prevents me from touching that slice of bologna in the back of the fridge. I'm not a vegetarian for any moral, ethical, religious, or health reasons. It started as a challenge to see if I could be a vegetarian for a year, and I simply never stopped. It's just my normal now and I don't even think about it. I'm not at all against people eating animals. I'm not even that strict about it myself. Rarely I'll eat seafood and I'm fine with eating dairy products and eggs. I haven't had beef, pork, chicken, or any animals besides sea critters and maybe a few bugs (don't judge). Eating meat is perfectly healthy and fine and I wouldn't dream of telling others what they ought to be eating. Well, maybe the people who eat bush meat from endangered animals would be an exception. Stop eating tigers and chimpanzees please. I love lamp.

Tom Nook just made me the Resident Representative. I'm one of the elite now. Before you know it I'll be swimming in bells.

I have a confession to make... I'm not actually Plok. I'm just regular ol' person with all the problems that come with being a regular person. Most people are kind folks, but I feel certain they aren't super interested in the ongoing goings-on going on in my life. People have their own problems and I'm not special, but writing helps sometimes. I keep a diary, but I have the habit of writing in a style that looks as though I'm writing to another person. Sometimes I wish there really was someone else listening. You know, someone other than Big Brother. It's not necessarily that I want advice or the attention, but sometimes it helps just knowing that someone hears me, and that somebody understands.

I was a happy kid for the most part, but kinda lonely I guess. I didn't go to school as a child and wasn't around other kids much. I was home schooled and basically my own teacher. That's fun and all, but the isolation absolutely destroyed my social development and it seems the damage might be permanent. I love my parents, but they were very uninvolved in raising me. I was pretty much raised by cartoons, video games and Legos. As an adult (if indeed I am one) I have an incredibly difficult time talking to others, making eye-contact, just being in public. I don't keep a phone because I'm honestly terrified of phone calls. That must sound pretty dumb. I'm nervous just being with friends. I've been in college for 6 years and I'm still terrified every single day. I took speech classes in hopes of improving my communication skills, but they didn't help. If anything I feel it's gotten worse over time. I'm still as awkward as a braille billboard. I don't know what that means. I could take online classes, but ironically I don't want that. I don't want to be alone or isolated all the time. People say weird is good, but I'd kill just to be a little more normal. With all this said, I'm still hopeful. When I write in my diary, I always make myself end with something positive. In lighter news, I've stuck to my new diet and physically I feel good. Still flabby, but feeling healthier.

I have a lot more to say, but I'll stop here for now. I don't want to get too deep in the weeds just yet. Anyways, if you made it this far, thank you. I don't know what it's like to be you, but maybe you can relate to some of this or found some value in it. With that said, I hope you have a wonderful rest of your day and eat all the spaghetti :-)

-Brortm1995

Have you ever been stuck behind THAT guy? That guy at the drive-thru who apparently ordered every single item on the menu while everyone behind is left in fast food purgatory. If your receipt is a 27-page document, maybe go inside and order, Big Smoke.