this started out with every intention of becoming yet another fetching, feckless rant of the self-deprecating variety, but what’s the use? it’s safe to say that feck is quite capable of obfuscating the issues as she spins words around her dire circumstances du jour, conveying either an impression of irrepressible whimsy or edgy fragility, whichever seems the more appealing approach at the time. & we know that she often engages in relentless self-revelation as a form of misdirection, hoping that her outrageous candor will garner at least as much attention as whatever it is she’s just revealed. & she will do all this at a breathless pace in overlong & overly complicated sentences filled with recursive references & obscure imagery, formatted for euphony first & clarity second, so that her meaning cannot be easily deciphered merely by reading; these statements are meant to be solved for x. in the preceeding example, we didn’t even get the euphony, did we? she’s in a hurry.
and this business of referring to herself in the third person? it’s another technique, as is remarking on the usage of the third person in a tone that rolls its eyes at such silliness. & she’ll finish it off with some adorable anecdote about the arguments she has with her cat when the dang thing bangs on the door at four something in the morning & stirs up her insomnia. & then she’ll go back to bed & most likely regret this (later in) the morning.