Identity.

It's that crisis, that comes quietly visiting,
once in a while. It's the sojourn in that grey
area, where shadows are cast and questions
asked are ultimately caveats against all that
you stand for.

But, piss with that. That's all said and done for.
I'll just have to wait, and see whether life gets
more interesting. As will this blog, hopefully.

Oh god, to mourn the dearth of supporters applauding
your every move. To see them cut down, like blade,
hitting grass. The once sparse bush, leveled to a field.

Which got me to thinking, what was it that propelled me
from obscurity, an EMO teenager, commanding such a fine
audience, one that I can barely hold now. And you know what?

I've finally got it figured out. I was condescending, I was egoistic,
I pushed my opinions onto unsuspecting people and let's face it,
I emulated the very same formula that any half successful, blogger
used.

I was bloody stupid. Which is saying something, because what I'm
actually saying is that most other well read bloggers are stupid people.


Just try and look at it this way, read in between the lines, very carefully.
You know, this person in his blog, talking down to you, feeding
you their opinions on a higher platform, pushing to you their thoughts
on how you should lead your lives, because they are doing so, how
you should behave because they do like wise, what you should
eat, breathe, live and masturbate. Because of them.


And you know what, it's really stupid.
Because as a reader, reading a blogger going,
'I went to lunch at XXX today'
what the hell are you trying to achieve anyway?


Do you actually care about this stranger whom you've
never met, and probably never will meet? Probably not,
what you DO care about is that you view this person,
as someone who's better than you, and you'd only
bother to subject yourself to their brainwashing, if only
so to raise yourself to their level.

Which simply, after all that lengthy bullshit.
What I mean to say is, that all you mindless peons out
there reading blogs are stupid. Indescribably, and unbearably
stupid.


But what's worse are the bloggers themselves.

Look at it this way, if they were so fucking cool, would
they need to talk down to strangers? They would be out
leading their very cool lives, instead of having the time to
sit down and blog. They would be pushing their very cool
opinions on other people, instead of doing it online, very much
free from persecution from the mindless trolls that read their
blog.

It's so much easier to spend hours on end thinking up
ways to dress up your words, so that you actually
fool impressionable half wits who can't hold you accountable.

It's so much harder to tell someone what you think, and
take whatever consequences come with your opinions.

And yep, all you mindless dipshits, should all eat shit and die.


Because you bunch of people are all like lemmings. All hoping
off the mountain of sanity, and good sense into the putrid shit hole
that is stupidity.


Heheh. That or come to me, with a waiver of responsibility;
then, I'd glady murder you, with my very own two hands.


Then, I'd loot you of all your valuables and glady
get on with my life.



My very, very, cool life.
That doesn't require me to want people
to read about.


Neither do I feel incredibly compelled to blog about.


Yesssir.