color me a pompous fuck
Jul. 30th, 2003 05:58 pmI think that's some sort of magenta or something.
Admit it.
We love a failure.
You don't want to read about how good things are going, how anyone is growing as a person, about how wonderful this bucketful of life is right now. Hell, I don't even want to write it. Sure, you may want things to go well for the people you care about, even want to read the occasional happy-smappy-I'm-so-lucky-and-stable post. But too much of that shite and your mind starts to wander.
Maybe I'm just an asshole though.
Or maybe you're just a fucking liar.
;)
Because if someone's doing so well, if they're learning confidence, and expanding their horizons as a wonderful waste of human flesh, you start to wonder..."What the fuck is wrong with me? Why do THEY have it so great? What the fuck do THEY think they know. She'll fall soon, oh yes." And then, when it happens, you maybe feel a little bad, but are secretly vindicated. It's okay, it's how we work. Because I'll be the first to admit that I rather enjoy a good, trite angry post, a solid little rant about something rather small or medium...as long as it's well-written, yeah? Moderation is the key to the spice of life. Which is, incidentally, good sex.
So shove this down your pants...
Fuck online journals for making stupid people think they're pretty fucking deep. And fuck them for stroking everyone's "I'm a writer" organs. Thousands of new dickheads, flapping in the breeze of longevity and ego. Come again? No thanks.
Seriously. Think about it. There may even be a few on your friends list now, the poor saps you don't have the heart to de-friend. Not mine though, 'cause I'm perfect. But the people I know on this here two-way connection to Hermitville are generally intelligent, thoughtful people. Scary stuff when you wander outside your little online cliques and contained worlds, no? Because what you have here, is a smaaaaaall sample of ye olde population (Does LJ even HAVE a "random" button any more? Or was it too upsetting.) But more and more, the stupids have a voice, they have meeeaning, they have a method of spreading their disease and infecting the populace. WTFOMGOLOLOLOL!!1
We don't have to worry about "Rage", we have to worry about "Dumb, with a bloated sense of importance and self-image". I know. I done seen 'em.
Do you realize, that these are the people that breed the most? Do you see where this is going? We're either going to have to:
a. start breeding more ourselves, just to ensure we're not all walking around humping cactuses and beating each other with rocks.
b. find a new planet and don't tell them.
c. or start killing.
Now I know which one you all immediately jump to. But if we kill them all, who will clean up? Who will collect your garbage and kill your beef? AHAHAHAHA. I just called all of those people stupid. Now you know I don't think that's fucking true, but c'mon. There IS a system working here. So is that it, are the Smart Kids destined to forever be the minority? Or is it getting worse. (I love putting things in black and white, ahehehe) And do you really want to start popping out babies just to ensure more Smart Kids anyway. What if your illegal immigrant nanny drops them on their head? What if you're such an arrogant fuckwad that you mess them up anyway, so we just end up breeding a series of mentally capable, but emotionally unstable assholes, serial killers, and CEOs. So I guess we have to find a new planet and keep it under wraps. But that's not going to happen, because too many of us smarties are afflicted with "teh lazy". N'est pas?
The point of this tripe?
Don't be an idiot.
And never forget, you're a fucking idiot.
It's a delicate balance really.
Admit it.
We love a failure.
You don't want to read about how good things are going, how anyone is growing as a person, about how wonderful this bucketful of life is right now. Hell, I don't even want to write it. Sure, you may want things to go well for the people you care about, even want to read the occasional happy-smappy-I'm-so-lucky-and-stable post. But too much of that shite and your mind starts to wander.
Maybe I'm just an asshole though.
Or maybe you're just a fucking liar.
;)
Because if someone's doing so well, if they're learning confidence, and expanding their horizons as a wonderful waste of human flesh, you start to wonder..."What the fuck is wrong with me? Why do THEY have it so great? What the fuck do THEY think they know. She'll fall soon, oh yes." And then, when it happens, you maybe feel a little bad, but are secretly vindicated. It's okay, it's how we work. Because I'll be the first to admit that I rather enjoy a good, trite angry post, a solid little rant about something rather small or medium...as long as it's well-written, yeah? Moderation is the key to the spice of life. Which is, incidentally, good sex.
So shove this down your pants...
Fuck online journals for making stupid people think they're pretty fucking deep. And fuck them for stroking everyone's "I'm a writer" organs. Thousands of new dickheads, flapping in the breeze of longevity and ego. Come again? No thanks.
Seriously. Think about it. There may even be a few on your friends list now, the poor saps you don't have the heart to de-friend. Not mine though, 'cause I'm perfect. But the people I know on this here two-way connection to Hermitville are generally intelligent, thoughtful people. Scary stuff when you wander outside your little online cliques and contained worlds, no? Because what you have here, is a smaaaaaall sample of ye olde population (Does LJ even HAVE a "random" button any more? Or was it too upsetting.) But more and more, the stupids have a voice, they have meeeaning, they have a method of spreading their disease and infecting the populace. WTFOMGOLOLOLOL!!1
We don't have to worry about "Rage", we have to worry about "Dumb, with a bloated sense of importance and self-image". I know. I done seen 'em.
Do you realize, that these are the people that breed the most? Do you see where this is going? We're either going to have to:
a. start breeding more ourselves, just to ensure we're not all walking around humping cactuses and beating each other with rocks.
b. find a new planet and don't tell them.
c. or start killing.
Now I know which one you all immediately jump to. But if we kill them all, who will clean up? Who will collect your garbage and kill your beef? AHAHAHAHA. I just called all of those people stupid. Now you know I don't think that's fucking true, but c'mon. There IS a system working here. So is that it, are the Smart Kids destined to forever be the minority? Or is it getting worse. (I love putting things in black and white, ahehehe) And do you really want to start popping out babies just to ensure more Smart Kids anyway. What if your illegal immigrant nanny drops them on their head? What if you're such an arrogant fuckwad that you mess them up anyway, so we just end up breeding a series of mentally capable, but emotionally unstable assholes, serial killers, and CEOs. So I guess we have to find a new planet and keep it under wraps. But that's not going to happen, because too many of us smarties are afflicted with "teh lazy". N'est pas?
The point of this tripe?
Don't be an idiot.
And never forget, you're a fucking idiot.
It's a delicate balance really.
we're HAPPY with our delusions!
Date: 2003-07-31 09:41 am (UTC);)
You poor deluded FOOL!
Date: 2003-07-31 09:44 am (UTC)Free will is a ploy, a scam, a dangling carrot to make you do and say and act in the exact way they want you to!!
You're plugged into the machine man!
And unlike any Grisham novel, riches and fame are NOT just a litigation away!
"Our true north strong and FREE"
Pot smoking, gay marrying, free medcial for all!
You know you envy us our trees!
I have my eye on you, you tree-loving sap suckers!
You live in CRAZYland.
Date: 2003-07-31 09:56 am (UTC)Kinder Eggs on every corner? Madness.
I do envy your trees though.
*much plotting*
(your comments are amusing me and making me smile while here at worky-poo. Thank you.)
Compliments will get you NOWHERE!!
Date: 2003-07-31 10:10 am (UTC)It's a sorry state of affairs, but thats what you GET when you when you live in DENIAL!
Chocolate treats whoring out their souls, because you know there's no toy inside, it's long been snafued and sold on the black market!
And you envy our cheap and plentiful subsidized lumber, I knows it. Oh yah baby. Debark that walnut with your eyes! I knows you're two-timing with that Maple tree! I keep finding twirly-birds in the bed! You bastard! As if the rash from the poison-elm wasn't bad enough! What about the saplings? Do you even stop to think about the saplings??
I don't poo at work.
The stalls are always crowded.
I think I have a shy sphincter.