my favorite posts by him were when he pretended to be an alcoholic.
Seconded. It gets funnier when someone thinks he's being serious.
A man builds. A parasite asks 'Where is my share?'
A man creates. A parasite says, 'What will the neighbors think?'
A man invents. A parasite says, 'Watch out, or you might tread on the toes of God... '
This person sounds highly entertaining. I don't think I know them.
of course you do- it's
06/13 10:51:03 five sounds: you!!!
06/13 10:51:08 shortnsweet: no you!!
06/13 10:51:12 shortnsweet: go do your things and my things too!
06/13 10:51:23 five sounds: oh hell naw
06/13 10:51:55 shortnsweet: !!!!
06/13 10:51:57 shortnsweet: (cries)
06/13 10:52:19 RiftsWRX: You two are like furbies stuck in a shoe box
I was headed here to try my hand at impersonating some TypoC member, when I saw a rare coin gleaming at me from the road just in front of my feet. I picked it up and in its perfectly polished metal I saw my reflection. The spaghetti sauce stains that might never come off my face are something I've learned to live with and have found that they're not altogether unattractive. But despite my having had this breakthrough months ago, I continued to stare hoping to see more. Hoping to get to the core of ME. It had been a while since I'd truly looked at my stoic, though not un-handsome face and truly seen ME. This sudden realization shocked me so much my hands began to sweat profusely, causing the coin to slip through my well-lubricated fingers. As it clattered back down to the ground I was immediately thrown into a state of utter existential consternation. I sat down, my back drenched now in perspiration and my heart cold with meaningless grief.
That's when the possums came. And oh how they came. In hundreds and then thousands. The sky went black for a good 2 hours as they charged. And during the the attack, all I could think about was this forum and how all I truly wanted to do was post in this thread. It was all so clear to me! How could I have not realized it sooner? I stood up and punched the nearest possum to me, which caused a sudden and hostile pause in the onslaught. All eyes were on me. I cleared my throat and addressed each of them personally. I thanked them for the insight they'd inadvertently lent me and wished them luck in their journey. I could immediately tell I'd said the right thing because they ceased to attack. One even gave me a look in his beady little eyes that I'm sure was a veiled "you're welcome" of some kind.
So I slogged on unscathed. The sun peaked through the clouds once again and I found myself engaging in a rare smile. And as I sit typing here I can't help but think, did those possums exist at all? Or were they just figments of my imagination I created to save me from existential depression? I suppose I may never know.
Wow. I was complete unaware that most of my posts read like some sort of mafioso Robert DeNiro Monologue.
It's hard to avoid getting hurt. I keep doing nice things to people I forget are narcissistic assholes/emotional vampires/self-pitying egoists/serial killers. It's tough to be kind and generous, dammit!
Originally Posted by Nerd Girl
Originally Posted by Viridian
Close. But no cigar.
Close?! Ahem, I'd like to point out that:
#1 - I don't do nice things for people I know are like what you described.
#2 - I wouldn't whine about it afterwards if I did.