Look at me!!!

My generation has this odd, almost ingrained behavior and need for the world to give all of its attention to whatever we may be doing at any given time. While I realize that not every person of my age bracket is a part of this narcissistic wavelength, I feel that it is not easily escaped by most. Sadly, my need for attention stems from this generational quirk. Then again, my need to have loads of alone time helps temper the irrational itch for constant attention.
What brought this on? *shrugs* I don't really know, but why is it there? Why are all of these social media sites so necessary and when did meeting people in public without a machine attached to your head become an obsolete form of communication? When did every little thought become so important? Even here and now I'm doing it; "Read my blog! I'm saying something important!!! Look at me!!!"
Perhaps my love of fantasy and my belief in nearly all things magical were born of this strange need for consideration. When someone tells you, "I believe in faeries," honestly, what is your typical reaction? I can tell you that, when I feel that I've known someone long enough to tell them of my beliefs, I wonder if they will stick around much after the fact. Even though I know how crazy I sound to the typical "get up, live my life, go to bed, die" sort of people I see everyday, I risk it. Why? Am I looking for attention? This leads me to wonder, "Do I really believe these things, or am I simply so practiced at grasping for attention that I've gotten to the point that I'll get it any way I can?"
Also, at the risk of sounding brusque and boorish, I often wonder if I am mildly, cognitively impaired. What are your thoughts? You, my fine readers, immerse yourselves in fantasy daily. Have you had these thoughts? What have been your conclusions?

A Classic Christmas Toon

Sleepy Mind Rambling

Ooh! You know who I think is just scrumptious?
Josh Gates of Destination Truth.
Mmm...yeah...

That is all.

Harumph!

My geekness has been harassing me nearly non-stop for the past two days. She wants to delay the trip to Ireland so that we can go to San Diego Comic Con instead, next year.

Ireland:
-companion will not make definite plans
-companion not physically able to go for long periods of time
+definitely travel with someone
+cheaper
+look for faeries
+see the sacred wells
+kiss the Blarney Stone (yes, I know what the locals do to it...)
+real vacation

Comic Con:
-would have to find companions
-more expensive than overseas travel
+see celebrities
+see California (well, part of it.)
+be a part of one of THE BIGGEST conventions in the world
+near other theme/amusement parks that I've always wanted to visit
+real vacation

Ireland, obviously the victor by greater number of pros, calls. Then again, I love conventions. I get that sense of, "I'm seeing/learning/doing things that really resonate with one of my bigger interests." Yet again, Ireland will most likely sync with those feelings pertaining to another, main interest of mine.

Grrr... so frustrating! If I had at least one or two other people interested in going to Comic con with me, this wouldn't even be an issue! I'd have begun making plans by now. Harumph! Indeed!