About Me
It was at some point in late summer in Bromptonville, Quebec Canada, located in the northeastern reaches of North America, in the Western Hemisphere of planet Earth, 1976 in which an x chromasome and a Y chromasome from my mother and father,Ginette and Pierre Guillemette, respectively, irreversibly fused, thus creating a small conscious blip in the the radar of the universe...and after naming said blip "Virginie Helena Marie Guillemette" (those catholics and thier fondness for long nomenclatures!...) proceeded to do thier best (which is a hopeful statement on my part, not a demonstrable fact) to raise this small creature in the Post-Modern culturally conflicted ambiguously post-hippie decades of the 80's and 90's. This experiment in reproductive and cultural perpetuation has been met with mixed reviews, some deeming it relatively successful, others less so, with the majority expressing a random indifference suitable to those with whom one has little acquaintance and attachment. It has been made known to this person that the question of the relative success/failure of my conscious experience in this universe at this time has become quite questionable, and the very purpose and or justification for this existence has yet to clarify itself in my life. To this end I randomly careen through the social artifice of MySpace in the hopes that my innate skepticism in regards to my self-worth and relative social value will be bolstered by strangers telling my I am "hottttt" and or "sweet", possibly "cool" "smart" "funny" (insert any variety of shameless yet completely artificial compliments. Yes, I am employing an element of sarcasm here...for those of you a little slow) because despite my conscious awareness of the effemeral and innacurate nature of these expressions, I cannot seem to shake the subconscious urge to collect them. Yes, I play games with myself, but at least I am aware/admit to it. So welcome to my game...I've found I am marginally good at it when I apply myself. Realizing that my tiny blip of consciousness is making its way further into the radar, being fully aware and yet stubbornly detached from the reality of that blip at some point in time going out, I blink ferociously in order to make it count, even if in the end I am just another floating dot on the screen, because, in all honesty, it is all I can do. One does what one can, and I can so I do. So if my little dot should happen to run into yours, if briefly, I hope it is at the very least a positive experience. If not, then you can bugger off :-)