23 Aug 4705 - Something Didn't Stick

As I knew it wouldn't. If you give warning too far in advance, you miss the times people take notice. If you give warning too soon to the time itself, you scorn those who prepare well. If you give no notice, you earn hatred. So clearly the time to warn is passed, and clearly the time to warn is now.
I make a livejournal link to this page to reach those who use it. I leave this as a webpage, reachable from the internet, for those who are allergic to livejournal. I use this tool to reach everyone about game night because I don't care to call you all in sequence (seriously, there's a lot of names to consider if you count everyone who ever came, and you had better believe I would get burned somehow if I didn't call everyone).
So I am playing favorites a little here.
I am playing to those who choose this method for keeping tabs on me and my recurring event, whether or not those voyeurs actually arrive, timely or otherwise. Sure, Kaz, why don't you tell the internet and ignore me?
Well, you have to draw a line somewhere.

I made the original declaration last Friday so I would give people time to tell each other and discuss it in the rumor mill or whatever. Also it gave me time to take it back, should I choose that option. Here we are on Thursday morning, and I'm not taking anything back.
Especially because the title to the previous article is such a delicious reversal of an iconic phrase.

Well, what of it?
So what if I have, seemingly out of nowhere, called off the recurring event that brings you all together at my house? Each individual one of you has skipped a week before for your own reasons, and so this is like that, only all of you all at once, so its really just like normal.
Still not buying it?
Fine. The official reason is that I need to clean the bathroom, and there's simply no other time for it. I thought there may have been time between now and then, but with the other, ordinary cleaning going on, there simply wasn't. So come if you dare, and help me scour my bathroom. Fun times for all. Seriously don't come and clean my bathroom. That would be awful.
Geez, what a crowd.
Look, there's nothing to this, alright? I'm not prowling spiritual anomalies or performing science fair project experiments on social networks or even scrowling hiveminds, as I do so love to scrowl, it seems. I can do all that at work.

Anyway let's have a look at some of the reasons I mentioned before, yes?
Actually it looks like I didn't mention any. Hrm, let's take a look at the place where I actually brought it up again between then and now:
"And why do I do it at all? is maybe what you're driving at with this. I think I do it because I enjoy it so little. Because I have to clean up both before and after. Because I have to sacrifice my calm and my comfort so everyone can have the night. I have a need to sacrifice, on many scales and in many contexts. If I gave anything less I would probably fall apart."
From my lj, one of the few times I posted content there in place of here. It fits way better. Having a theme by which you guide creation is artistic, holding to a single form in the face of all else is monotony. Walk the line. What have I said, anyway?
"...I enjoy it so little."
It is easy to glom onto this phrase and forsake the rest of my argument. This is the kind of thing that I sometimes say that makes people pissed off at me and nag me. And it is usually the kind of thing that I say that demands to be placed in context and never is. I'm not being masochistic here, just chillax and keep watching while I dance, fer crying out loud.
"...before and after..."
I've had to nag each one of you at some point or another about taking your shoes off, or throwing away your trash, or finishing your drinks, or something. Every tiny little thing you do is a world of help when I'm dealing with the damage afterward. Expect small changes when we start back up (likely next week but we'll see). For example, I'll elect you guys at random (hah) to help me pick things up, or even (gasp) take out the trash. Not complaining. Changing.
"...sacrifice my calm and comfort..."
This is as close to literal as I get. I spent the next two sentences trying to make this one sound like I wasn't complaining, and I'm not. This is something I do. An abundance of calm will kill you or drive you crazy (thereby killing you). I sacrifice it the way you sacrifice your dreams when you wake up every morning. Possibly unpleasant, definitely clearer, always necessary. Making the right decision instead of the easy decision is the beginning of courage.
"...fall apart."
Well, what did you expect. Your spiritual energies fuel my mystical powers. Before, when I wandered around campus a lot, I could usually touch base at the table and drink to my heart's content. Without that, I had to find another way.

And I know someone will miss the message. I hope it will be for honest missing of the message and not for willful neglect of my wishes. Still. I'll be ready for the crashers.

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