I feel I’ve committed you a great disservice and misled you somewhat with the nature of my comment. I was not, as you put it “snivelling about what the good ol' days used to be like”, but rather enquiring who, out of some of the people I used to recognise on this community, is still alive and well.
Judging by the generally inarticulate fury you responded with, I’ve obviously struck a nerve, leading me to believe that you’re also a fan of this bizarre teenage angst poetry. Now believe me or not, but I was lucky enough to escape this, I listened to rap music mostly whilst in my early teens, and was also lucky enough to be surrounded by people that generally were more open minded than perhaps the people you consider to be your friends. As a result I sidestepped this whole “feeling sorry for myself” trend because I have generally always been thankful for what I have, as well as recognising how fucking lucky I am not to have to sew together shoes for a tiny wage in a war torn country. I got bored with this community due to reading poem after poem, “woe is me”, etc.
I don’t know why you seem to be blaming me and my kin for not keeping this community afloat, you obviously wrote out your comment, sat back in your chair and felt pleased with yourself because you were convinced you’d struck a huge blow for alone sad teenagers everywhere, so much so that I almost didn’t want to reply to this at all. But just chill man. Grow some cajonas.
let's not be childish about this. you imply I met your comment with emotional conviction of some sort. you've grossly miscontrued the situation. i was making a point and you take it out of proportion to the most fecund point. but let's just put this away and not ever talk to each other again.
Fine, tell me to go slide down my slide, and then sit back and pretend you're more mature than I. This is exactly the kind of solipsistic, "Holier than thou" attitude that pisses me off, and was one of the reasons i stopped posting in this community in the first place. You're quite happy to randomly go around being rude to people that have a different viewpoint that you, but when they actually retort with an answer that consists of more than a verse of morbid poetry, you get all huffy about it.
I stand by my original statement: Grow a pair. For God's sake.
Judging by the generally inarticulate fury you responded with, I’ve obviously struck a nerve, leading me to believe that you’re also a fan of this bizarre teenage angst poetry. Now believe me or not, but I was lucky enough to escape this, I listened to rap music mostly whilst in my early teens, and was also lucky enough to be surrounded by people that generally were more open minded than perhaps the people you consider to be your friends. As a result I sidestepped this whole “feeling sorry for myself” trend because I have generally always been thankful for what I have, as well as recognising how fucking lucky I am not to have to sew together shoes for a tiny wage in a war torn country. I got bored with this community due to reading poem after poem, “woe is me”, etc.
I don’t know why you seem to be blaming me and my kin for not keeping this community afloat, you obviously wrote out your comment, sat back in your chair and felt pleased with yourself because you were convinced you’d struck a huge blow for alone sad teenagers everywhere, so much so that I almost didn’t want to reply to this at all. But just chill man. Grow some cajonas.
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I stand by my original statement: Grow a pair. For God's sake.
Good day!
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