Most of the borderline obsessive-compulsive types I see write a journal simply for the sake of getting to 100% write some quirky, ironic "look at me writing a journal just to get to 100%" *thing*, but no. I won't do that.

Sure, I *feel* that way. It's true that I'm only writing this post to get to 100%, as I am myself sort of an OCD type. Not to any extreme, but I do like to finish what I start. I don't *want* it to seem like I'm just grinding out something inane and uninteresting merely for the artificial approval of some dating site's non-sentient algorithm and servers, but I actively acknowledge that that is what I'm doing.

Not that I can't appreciate the sentiment. Not everyone always has something to say, and I can understand that while the drive exists to say something for utilitarian purposes, I can't but feel the gestures are entirely empty, even narcissistic. Yes, narcissistic. It is *narcissistic* to waste people's time reading something that contributes not one piddly *cent* to any common good or intellectual measure, wasting their time only to serve your flippant, frivolous desires.

It'd be one thing to pump out a fluff piece of *meaning* simply to satisfy the requirement, but when it's just mindless drivel stretched to... Whoa, what? 1000 characters already?

Oh.