I'm serious.

How are you all doing?

I'm fine today. Here's my favorite song EVER.

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Okay guys, I've got to tell you guys a story, a fantastical one at that. Actually no, it's not a story it's more like a mindless rant going to nowhere, but I'll type and type and type anyway, just to kill some time before the Will Ferrell special of Man vs. Wild airs.

Well, lately I thought I've been finally shifting from an angry pessimist to a life-loving optimist, much like those sixteen year old moralfag-girls on givesmehope.com. It's because of all my time off of here that my outlook on life has gone better, which is sad. Not just sad, depressing in fact.

I mean, every day I'm away from you lot, I feel better about myself and how my life is going. All because I'm more dependent on actual social interaction than seeing text. I feel much more refreshed and relieved when I talk to other people in person.

But then, when I came back, the opposite happened. I started getting pessimistic thanks to seeing all the pathetic losers who post on the BBS with their "OH WATCHMEN IS TOO MATURE FOR YOU 13 YEAR OLD GO TO BED IT'S LATE" or "OH MAN THESE SHOES ARE UGLY PEOPLE WHO WEAR THEM NEED TO GET SHOT". Frankly, even if these two terrible quotes are figures of speech they sound so pathetic.

I mean, every visit here I see other pessimists, and I see them complain and whine about the most inane shit. I see people say "OH RAP IS RETARDS ATTEMPTING POETRY LULZ" or other kinds of moronic babble in hopes that they'd strike a chord in someone, sparking a brief flame war and feeding their ego after they win. The BBS is full of goddamned egomanics who can't stop touching themselves, morons who think they're special and highly intelligent, boring fuckers like the ones on facebook/twitter and naive people who are so awkward looking that you can't help but shed a tear at their naivety.

I keep telling myself day after day, "I've got to stop posting in the BBS" and yet I never bring myself to do it. Why? Because you nincompoops dragged me into all this. You pumped my ego and it hungers for more recognition and fame. You brought me into this endless whirlpool of failure and negative thinking. I blame you for all this, and I blame myself for letting this happen.

Maybe the jobless 20somethings who still live with their parents and have no friends IRL will give me a vivid enough message some time.

Maybe I'll stop being a tool.

Maybe I'll get more friends in real life.

Maybe I'll start using my cellphone more often.

Maybe I'll build my confidence up to use in order to get a girlfriend one day.

Maybe I'll just leave this stupid society one day.

Maybe.