Arbitraging on the internet has been something I intended to do but haven't dared to venture thus far. However, since yesterday after I successfully sold a leftover Murdered: Soul Suspect key on G2A, I finally had a try.
To what extent can this business be considered decent I'm not sure - because the product I sell, US iTunes Gift Card $10 and the platform on which I'm selling are both borderline, maybe trespassing a few Terms of Service here and there, maybe not. How many can I sell or how many should I sell to make this business lucrative is also unclear to me. I'm like a child plunging into the business world with too many success stories and only to uncover the truth is not so - I have an enormous self-regard backed by none testable evidence, and an equally enormous conscience to believe in the regard's validity.
My girlfriend is now snoring on the bed we share during the night; her computer appears fully charged; the yellow light on the coffee machine shines like a veg, and I have closely the curtain willfully, forging an artificial nocturnality to be enjoyed by a mind that refuses to be disturbed for no good reason, at least not those I prefer to articulate - I have written so much about things that are ultimately moot in the sense that everything I perceive is moot and useful in the sense that everything is useful. I decided to quit and was sternly instructed by my girlfriend to cease, but I persisted, putting down thoughts rather than facts - because facts lose their relevance when it becomes one man's un-history - though thoughts might not matter at all in their first place. Both me and my girlfriend are repulsed by the notion of me needing to write. I consider such metaphorical repetition an unnecessary and bland detachment, while my girlfriend just intuitively assumes it's less than agreeable for a joyful boyfriend to hold such down-to-the-earth argument about what reality means. However, I'm still writing, for otherwise I would have nothing to tell, and out of a more foreboding conviction, no one to tell. Although it is completely plausible for Google to shut Blogger down because blogging on the internet just seems so archaic compared to Twitter and Facebook and they are better off using that money for developing auto-driving cars, I still write without ever having the intention to make a backup copy - I offer these things to Google's cloud hard drive and let God decide where they should end up.
Now I type more tentatively as she has woken up for a brief moment to snooze her phone.
Now I no longer want to type.
