These fucking people. Yeah, you know who I’m talking about. That guy, who if you ever say “haha, you’re a tard” after he trips over his own foot, he’ll be filled with indignant, pointless rage and want to sue you. That guy will actually want to fucking sue you, oh yes.
Threaten someone over a video game? Get sued!
Point out that someone’s fat?
Now, I don’t even live in the “good ol’ U S of A” where this shit seems to happen most anymore, and because of that, I want YOU, yes, YOU, to give me more examples of these things and maybe elaborate why this is even exists in the murrican ideasphere, why people feel so fucking important that they should never have their feelings hurt or their ideals criticized by anyone ever.
Except… that’s kind of pointless because nobody reads this shit, so yeah..
Due to the fact that I am a pretentious asshole, and that I am also incredibly bored, I’ve always thought of perhaps spending an hour or two just typing some rambles. Every day. And, after a few months, or maybe even a year, try and get it published.
Not for any good reason, but because I’m bored and I’d like some part of me to exist outside myself. I’d sacrifice a lot for that.
Any of my 4 or 5 readers have any thoughts on this?
Greetings, you little chunks of carbon, despite there only being maybe 6-7 people that actually read this shit.
I’ve got something else to complain about today! I’ll start with a little thing I say when I am hurt, pissed off, or whatever, and someone says…
“Are you okay?”
“Are you feeling alright?” Something of that nature. Listen VERY carefully.
The moment you ask whether or not I am okay, I become not okay. Fuck. A number of suicides is probably caused by people being overconcerned. The reason someone seems to be deserving of concern is because you’re fucking concerned. Until you say those fucking words, EVERYTHING is fine. Listen, humans are modest, and for good reason. Most of us get over injury or emotional harm pretty quickly and/or easily. No reason to get your titties in a twist, because once you do, that’s when shit hits the fan.
So, if you ask someone if they’re okay at the first tiny little sign of unusual behavior, wait it the fuck out. They’re probably just pissy about something insignificant that will pass in mere minutes.
Behold, it is I, Isoyar. I don’t mean to be pretentious, but as we all know, I am indeed the best human being ever to exist.
Anyway, a legend has been born. This, friends, is my Love Shack. No loving actually occurs in this shack. While you may find this to be disappointing, I ask that you stay, regardless of misleading titles. We will all have plenty of fun times here.