Got a spare HR to give me? Can you spare an HR? Can you please HR me until I'm gone?
Once in Jackson Square I met a wizened member of the brotherhood of the grape who asked me if I had a spare $100 for him. "What for?" I asked. "Because I need a bottle, and I'd like a good one." This made ultimate sense to me. He asked for what he wanted, and maybe I'd help him on his way. I gave him $5. I don't know whether he ended up drinking Haut Brion, but I did my part. It was a small part, but I did it.
Please join me at the River.
And tonight, I need your help, and I'm asking for it. I am realizing that I need to be encouraged to stay away from this site and to spend my time doing something else, anything else. And I apparently cannot do this myself.
Every time I take a hiatus, I come back. Every time I go away for a few weeks, I come back. I've never written that final GBCW diary, mostly because I don't like the genre, and also, because I keep coming back. So it seems hypocritical.
And so, I need your encouragement to GTF outaheah. I need your help. The encouragement to leave I want is this: HR me until I get fully banned and can't come back. No matter what.
Give me this tough love I need. Twang your magic twanger, froggy. Click your magic mouse. Send me on to the next thing, whatever that might be. I will remove this site from my bookmarks, and I will toodle off. I won't come back. I will build obstacles to my changing my mind.
No, I'm not trying to rival this famous screed. I'm just trying to get a little help from my friends.
Please. Please. Just help me OD on HRs.