It's been one day since my last posting of a fluff thread.
Today was hard. I was looking around at all the other forums about psychology and other subjects that demand responses which are respectful to their serious themes, I tried to repress this destructive addiction to fluff. I wrote some things, serious things without a hint of facetiousness and I was NOT fluffy at all. I felt proud of this, but in the back of my mind I just kept thinking "I wonder what's going on down at the fluff zone...".
Oh god, the fluff zone.
Unless you're a fluffaholic, you have no idea what it's like. Imagine, you're sitting there with a genuine interest in the inner workings of individual psyches and how the MBTI can be something of a Rosetta stone for interpreting them. You WANT to talk about these things, but you're constantly fighting this urge to discuss things like what sorts of clothing would look best on ferrets, or how there really are toasters out there that want to kill their owners.
Knowing damn well that if you start too many threads with titles like "100 Reasons Why The Sham-Wow Pitch Guy Is Creepy As Hell" or "Let's Write Some Songs About Our Favorite Cartoon Characters", you're going to get the rep which every serious message board user fears.
A fluffer. Fluff-lover. Flufftard. Stupid fluffhead. Wholly unserious fluffhole.
I'm trying to beat this. I know if I push it I'm going to be cast out, blacklisted, and restricted to the likes of 4chan or Icanhascheezburger. I know if I don't get a handle on my fluffaholism it's just going to get worse and before I know it I'm going to wake up one day to find my brain has literally turned into marshmallows and I'll only be able to communicate through l33t.
I'm going to beat this, I really am.
But for now, can we talk about what we would say if we were gonna prank call powerful world leaders, fascist dictators, or the Pope?