I ran into a friend of mine the other day. He began to tell me that he had decided he knew who the Marshmallow King was and told me how he knew this was true. Its moments like that that I live for. (a bit of an exaggeration) It is funny to me that whenever people have talked I have never heard my name spoken. Maybe it has, but at least not in front of me. Oh well.
I'm surprised noone picked up on my talk about symmetry in my last post. Symmetry is defined as regularity of accordance or form; excellence of proportion. The quote from Dobson was the second post that I made on this site as Marshmallow King and so following the rules of symmetry it should be the next to last as well. For those of you still scratching your heads that means this will be the final post of the Marshmallow King.
I know, I know. I'll give you a second to recover...  
...Ok, now wipe away the tears and compose yourself. 
Perhaps you are wondering what has brought about this unexpected turn of events. Could it be that I fear discovery of my identity? Could it be that nobody likes me anymore? Or could it be that I just feel so dominated and inadequate when talking with Adam Berry that I just can't carry on anymore? ummmm, nope
I'm just bored I guess. My stat tracker shows more people coming here than ever and there are surely many more topics we could talk about but I'm just bored with it all. I guess I came to the realization that the time I use on here is not time well spent. An episode of Commander and Chief has become much more appealing to me than the nonsense that occurs on Xanga. Is Xanga a place where people come to figuratively have orgies. uhhhh, no. I don't even know what that is supposed to mean. But I don't recall ever receiving that sort of pleasure from Xanga.
Is Xanga an online journal to share your thoughts? Well, I guess it could be but I see more people using it to complain about their terrible lives so everyone will feel sorry for themselves. Is Xanga a communication tool for friends and family? Well, I guess it could be and it sometimes is, but most of the time it would seem to replace alot of the time we could actually be talking with each other. Instead of reporting things on Xanga why can't we pick up the phone or hang out and talk about these things? I've noticed that many people will use Xanga to say things that they are too cowardly to say to the face of a person. The pot calling the kettle black? perhaps, but I think it is true.
So what is Xanga? Well, I've arrived at the conclusion that it is nothing more than one of many ways that we all use to focus attention on ourselves. We all desire to be the center of our universe and finally we have our own webpage where we can be just that. And if nobody comments me or pays attention then I quit. LOL, I can't tell you how many times I have seen that.
Oh well, Xanga is what you make it. A moral neutrality like everything else we come into contact with; either an agent for good or evil I suppose. So use it wisely.
In closing, our God is a consuming fire. He does not accept our comfort with the world. We are wretched, we are hypocritical, we are cowardly. Our words mean nothing when our lives our ordinary. Our complacency and satisfaction is a stench in His nostrils. We are debauched, broken, humiliating, and foolish. But, thank God, we are loved.
The Marshmallow King
P.S. I'll still be around... | 
