Seriously?!

If there’s one thing I do not understand, it’s why people think I’m dead serious.

I mean, seriously… ok, cheap word. Better dash for the thesaurus. Bleh, too lazy. But seriously, I’m not even that serious in real life. Even if I’ve used that word more than three times so far. I mean, you should try being with me in real life! I’m totally different from Nightdreamer, I tell you. When I see cute girls I go giddy-giddy. I fawn for fantastic toys. I delight at eating halo-halo. I rave about the best movies. I invent corny jokes. I generally smile most sporadically. I often get childish outbursts (although none of the annoying tantrums). I sing my speech (huh?). I’m just weird like that.

If you don’t believe me, why not ask some people who’ve met me, or at least those who corresponded with me via IM? 

Of course there’s a reason why I put a more morose front as Nightdreamer (but I still have a hard time believing Nightdreamer sounds that serious). I don’t feel that I should let down my guard on a public domain. With my guard up, I’m not frivolous and I pretty much don’t run around the room being an Adam Sandler (who wants to be that jerk anyway?). If you’ve noticed, I do tend to make fun of certain people, but I don’t go to the extent of dedicating my blog for that purpose. There’s also a tendency for people to think that unless one writes like those editors from The Man Blog, one has no sense of humor. And while I respect the people from The Man Blog, I don’t think I’ve ever claimed that this blog is patterned after that one. I actually find it quite funny that a lot of bloggers are - whether consciously or unconsciously - ripping off The Man Blog. Speaking for myself, I’d much rather be "serious" than be a copycat.