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I find it amusing that you have no fucking idea who I am, "in real life".
This is not some sort of forced bravado you're seeing here lame-dick. I didn't build up an alter ego that is nothing like my true identity in order to help myself feel better about my lot in life.
This is my fucking vent, all day long, I'm professional and cordial. I bite my tongue all day, so that everyone's fears aren't realized. The fears that the "golden boy" from your high school, from your college, at your job, dating your sister.
The guy who oozes charm. The guy you almost want to hate cause everything goes so easy for, but you don't hate cause he's funny and generous. The fear that he may have a horrible superiority complex and secretely thinks you're a moron.
Well, guess what. I do have a superiority complex and I do think you're a moron. I hate it when people like you, people who think themselves clever and need constant reassurance that they're O.K., tell me those stupid goddamn stories that are supposed to be funny and I have to not be a dick and I have to say, "wow, that's cool."
I'm sure your gut reaction will be, oh, he's full of shit. His life isn't so great. It really doesn't matter what you think. The fact of the matter is, I know it to be true. That's what must make it so infuriating to hate me.
Another thing, you obviously have no idea what some of these people must be talking about when they talk about "group mentality", "collective conscience" (y'know the herd effect.) I've actually had intelligent debates with a few people on this site, I've also found a few (a very few) posts to be funny. However, I didn't ever feel the need to post, "HAHA That was funny."
Because, when I post something that is funny, I don't need anyone to tell me its funny. I already know. The reason y'all clap each other on the back so much is in the desperate hope that when you make another futile attempt at humor, that they'll return the favor.
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