The darkness of men's hearts.
So, yeah.
I went Journalhopping the other day (took me 13 jumps to get to someone with no friends) and something struck me. Some people are apparrently physically unable to actually write about anything. I mean, I can see scribbling meaningless poetry or doing an emotive frame if you're a professional writer or attempting to be so, but why post it to a forum that's mostly intended for peer communication? If you're "expressing yourself", then what's the point of posting things to a forum at all? There's this nifty program called "notepad" for that.
I guess maybe they're just being really obscure to prevent outsiders from penetrating their secret meaning and finding out how trivial it is, like if i wrote
The smell of wet sheep
drifts thickly through the mist
I walk down the street.
when I intended to say, "man, I'm cold, wet, and smell bad."
The more I think about it, actually, the more I realize that some of my writing, and some of the world's mediocre (as opposed to useless) writing, exhibits this flaw. Entirely too much air in the delivery of a simple message. However, this is mostly because I like the sound of my own voice, and I'm always kind enough to provide a translation at the end, like this:
Man, I'm bored.
I hope you enjoyed slogging through three paragraphs and a haiku to find that out.
(for those without an appreciation for obscure humor, the above post is itself satire.)
I went Journalhopping the other day (took me 13 jumps to get to someone with no friends) and something struck me. Some people are apparrently physically unable to actually write about anything. I mean, I can see scribbling meaningless poetry or doing an emotive frame if you're a professional writer or attempting to be so, but why post it to a forum that's mostly intended for peer communication? If you're "expressing yourself", then what's the point of posting things to a forum at all? There's this nifty program called "notepad" for that.
I guess maybe they're just being really obscure to prevent outsiders from penetrating their secret meaning and finding out how trivial it is, like if i wrote
The smell of wet sheep
drifts thickly through the mist
I walk down the street.
when I intended to say, "man, I'm cold, wet, and smell bad."
The more I think about it, actually, the more I realize that some of my writing, and some of the world's mediocre (as opposed to useless) writing, exhibits this flaw. Entirely too much air in the delivery of a simple message. However, this is mostly because I like the sound of my own voice, and I'm always kind enough to provide a translation at the end, like this:
Man, I'm bored.
I hope you enjoyed slogging through three paragraphs and a haiku to find that out.
(for those without an appreciation for obscure humor, the above post is itself satire.)