Ranting ahead. This is directed at a very specific target. I'm snarky enough at the moment to admit that. :3
The world is not such a nice place, okay? Your whole "belief" in the "common psychological trait" of people [supposedly] taking a stab at things they hate is something that everybody does. Grow up a little and realize that the group you're referring to is one of the many, and they're not even the "worst" end of it. And who said you were what they hated anyway? They don't even know who you are. At this point it's doubtful that YOU know who you are.
So then you tried to have a little pride. Pride's not going to work if you do it by making up a million and one justifications on things. Pride's not going to work if you insist that you don't care when you so obviously do. So yeah, you're not going to "bug me for stuff" because "you can get it elsewhere anyway." I would like to see you try. I can't possibly imagine all the years I put into acquiring this shit into a simple trek to some odd end of the metropolis full of strange men asking you about porn and DVD games.
Maybe I should commend you for trying to solve things. Then again, considering the fact that first you go "OH PLEASE OH PLEASE OH PLEASE TELL ME WHAT'S WRONG WITH ME!!" and then when everyone actually DOES tell say what's up you go whine and bitch and moan and point fingers left and right and call them bullies and basically throw a tantrum at a supposed age of maturity, I'm not so sure whether you ought to be praised on that. It's really funny how you go around like opinions matter and then when you don't hear what you like you'll convince yourself that they're wrong and whatever they say is no longer important. You're better than a self-help book. You ALMOST make me consider giving you a penny for that.
Nobody cares, sweetheart. At the end of the day if you can't be yourself or stand up for yourself you're only going to get left behind. So stop whining and actually READ what people tried to tell you, for once. And let's get one thing straight. I never hated you. I hated the fact that you had no fucking clue who the hell you were, and that you had to change yourself because you felt it was a better way for you to fit in. You're putting words in my mouth there. Commendable, almost. Your life seems to be made up of a lot of "almosts", doesn't it?
By the way. It might help if you quit the posing. There's a reason why people find social chameleons so revolting, and it might be due to the fact that while they change all their colors exactly the way their environment seems to dictate, the fundamental annoyances that comprise what they are remain the same. All the time.
No, I do not regret posting this publicly.
Second week of class and I feel like I've been around for a century already. XD
The world is not such a nice place, okay? Your whole "belief" in the "common psychological trait" of people [supposedly] taking a stab at things they hate is something that everybody does. Grow up a little and realize that the group you're referring to is one of the many, and they're not even the "worst" end of it. And who said you were what they hated anyway? They don't even know who you are. At this point it's doubtful that YOU know who you are.
So then you tried to have a little pride. Pride's not going to work if you do it by making up a million and one justifications on things. Pride's not going to work if you insist that you don't care when you so obviously do. So yeah, you're not going to "bug me for stuff" because "you can get it elsewhere anyway." I would like to see you try. I can't possibly imagine all the years I put into acquiring this shit into a simple trek to some odd end of the metropolis full of strange men asking you about porn and DVD games.
Maybe I should commend you for trying to solve things. Then again, considering the fact that first you go "OH PLEASE OH PLEASE OH PLEASE TELL ME WHAT'S WRONG WITH ME!!" and then when everyone actually DOES tell say what's up you go whine and bitch and moan and point fingers left and right and call them bullies and basically throw a tantrum at a supposed age of maturity, I'm not so sure whether you ought to be praised on that. It's really funny how you go around like opinions matter and then when you don't hear what you like you'll convince yourself that they're wrong and whatever they say is no longer important. You're better than a self-help book. You ALMOST make me consider giving you a penny for that.
Nobody cares, sweetheart. At the end of the day if you can't be yourself or stand up for yourself you're only going to get left behind. So stop whining and actually READ what people tried to tell you, for once. And let's get one thing straight. I never hated you. I hated the fact that you had no fucking clue who the hell you were, and that you had to change yourself because you felt it was a better way for you to fit in. You're putting words in my mouth there. Commendable, almost. Your life seems to be made up of a lot of "almosts", doesn't it?
By the way. It might help if you quit the posing. There's a reason why people find social chameleons so revolting, and it might be due to the fact that while they change all their colors exactly the way their environment seems to dictate, the fundamental annoyances that comprise what they are remain the same. All the time.
No, I do not regret posting this publicly.
Second week of class and I feel like I've been around for a century already. XD
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Seriously though. I'm just tired, as most people are once they've seen other people just ram into the same old walls every single time.
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Well, maybe it's time to let some people figure out the wall by themselves. :) They can't expect to be guided forever.
My offer of chocolate still stands. Whenever you need it. :D