Originally Posted by Shyandquietguy
Well shit folks, I know my use of humor hasn't been too sharp and I've never really talked about anything except for family troubles and my emotional pain during real hard times and never participated in the community, but for once in your life side with me on this one.
HAHAHA!! Just kiddin'! Yer all fags and bags and whores and more! Get bent I-Huckery! Cause the only thing good about ya'll is throwing you in the dumpster! But no, I'm kidding, I have nothing against all of you people.
The internet. However, the internet can blow my balls and I, I alone, have the cahones to prove it. The internet has yet to prove anything to me other than that I can wistfully blow my mind farther into the that lack of sense of reality that comes with isolation, do-nothingness, and a lack of self-confidence. So yes, I believed porn was just the showing of a cunt, that people really, REALLY didn't mean what they say, and that a death threat, no matter how fraudulant and contridictory it may be to a general sense of social thought, could always be taken with caution. Yes, the internet had provened to me that I am a pussy.
The internet was also the greatest proving ground. How else could I have discovered myself by going to the same web pages and on-line forums, day in and day out. Buying music exclusively for the sake of knowing someone I endeared in my head had listened to it and recommended to someone who was not me. Hating Family Guy for knowing that the people I hang around with find it overrated and still adoring South Park for the the fact that there are who outwardly speak of enjoying it. For hours and hours, staring at the computer screen and refreshing the browser in hopes of discovering the latest gag or joke of the month.
Yes, I had lived a very solemn life, but it is past me. Perhaps, I will find a bigger crystal ball with in me, bigger than the smaller one I had discovered. Perhaps I will be able to forgive my Dad. And maybe my Mother. Who knows? Life is strange and you can't predict it. It is ever changing. Just. Like. Me.
Also, Jesus fucking Christ guys, give some good feedback, I need all the positive encouragement I can get. Hell, I'm already anxiously hoping the people I did a brake job on will come back and tell me what a wonderful job I did.
P.S. You're embarassing me, Pac-Man. Why can't you just use photoshop to portray me as an old man unfortunately, and comically, slipping from his walker and landing his groin on a sharp rock with the words "this is shyandquietguy", use the word "not" as a penultimate suffix and talk about my mother whetting herself on a stallion while being suspended by two moderately masculene sailors like any other person would do.
P.S. I fucking rule.
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