I have opted to keep this post visible for educational purposes; the rest of my blog has turned into a billowing cloud of smoldering ashes. (ノˇ◡◡ˇ)ノ~ (;｡▽｡)ヽ
Firstly, I am not a homosexual, despite the implications of the following text; I felt that the grave importance of this statement took precedence over the actual content as to thoroughly dispel (and not accentuate) any and all possible convictions regarding my prominently questionable behaviour. It goes without saying that my demeanour has subjected me to the most shallow perspectives of others who would overlook the inconspicuous qualities of my personality—giving the impression that I would be predisposed to acts of homosexuality with other fine gents men—but I can assure you that this is not the case. By exercising my concern in this respect, it should be noted that you (the reader) are at least entitled to know the truth behind my style of conduct.
Secondly, “buns” in this context refers to the specific suffix which I employ when addressing others. e.g. espybuns
My reasons for perpetuating such an odd usage of the word are unknown. Perhaps at the time, I desired a little something that exuded with vibes of eccentricity; something which would set me apart from the numerous archetypal characteristics of people; something that results from the inherent drawbacks of text-based communication, but that would be a superficial explanation for the sake of convenience. What can I say? I’m a lazy person!
I assume that within me, I discovered an affinity for the peculiar connotation it conveyed. Something cutesy; something affectionate; something just so wuggleable! The result of this was the inception of an epiphany; that I have been one to dismiss the value of origin; that it is something which begins ever so trivially as to undermine its future significance and to discourage proactive thinking, but with age it generates a unique worth that is only then realised when we ask ourselves “how did it all begin?”—which is a self-evaluating question which determines what constitutes the integrity of such—as while we are quick to dismiss its initial worth, the erroneous nature of this notion inevitably becomes apparent. Being myself though, I feel no sense of regret; every mistake is a lesson learned, and one to benefit from in future instances.
I would lie and say that the following is abridged, but the truth is that quite simply my ability to recollect such distant events in time has failed me grievously.
It all dates back to roughly 2004. The situation which brought forth such prospective forethought was nothing out of the ordinary, and was probably due to my peculiar possession of a very spontaneous and whimsical mindset in which whatever thoughts decide to arise pertain to no relevancy to the situation at hand. At that time, the possibility of utilising a unique suffix in order to promote harmonious accord with others was brought to fruition (because I am a tremendous homosexual like that).
As the days went by, my use of the word began to nurture itself; giving rise to something that transcended beyond mere idiosyncrasy. A correct application of the word ensures that it is one which represents the quintessential pinnacle of good will and friendship towards others*. Whilst almost synonymous with similar words which denote its original meaning, its unique and initially esoteric nature guarantees that its intended interpretation is solidly ascertained—it most certainly always indicates affection to whom it is directed—and extended usage has since perpetuated its longevity. As its use proliferated, the word began a self-endeavour to see itself outside the bounds of its nativity and to reach out to new audiences who have accepted it as one of those strange quirks which constitute and breathe life into the foundations of my being; a self-defining aspect.
*It should be duly noted that such sentiments have been linked to my presumed homosexuality; again, read the top of this page.
Finally, my use of “C:” is the result of theft in which I stole the emoticon from a young Polish lad about five years ago (whom I no longer keep in contact with, unfortunately). Also, I am not gay.
That concludes today’s educational post; may those hoping to pursue a homosexual relationship with me feel enlightened about my alleged faggotry.
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