A Couple Jerks Writing Obscure Articles On The Internet
nietzsche, you are full of shit.
i should have realized this when we first met; you smelled. i figured it wasn’t you, but it was.
anyway, it’s not very nice to take the way a person perceives the world, thinks the world works, and shit on it.
but i guess you can’t help it, because you’re full. of shit.
yeah, i’m still pretty emo. i suppose the reason for that is because a lot of things make me sad. and i guess a lot of things make me sad because i have some pretty different ideas. different relative to a lot of my well-educated, jaded, faded peers.
ideas like reserving judgement, or forgiving every time, or trying to love everyone, or turning the other cheek, or admitting defeat, or accepting defeat when you’re in the right. you know, things that kinda take pride and kick it aside.
oh yeah, and the idea of holding standards to yourself you know you can’t keep.
hypocrisy? maybe if i’m not keeping that first standard. pretentious? probably, i guess so. i do think these standards are the most important ones. because (at the risk of looking like that sinfest kid) i figure Jesus knew what he was talking about. and that if i’m supposed to live my life for him, i should probably try to do what he says. even though i do get depressed, apathetic, angry, or just plain emo, i’m always at peace.
i also feel like everyone should have it! this peace business. it’s pretty cool. cooler than happiness, even. that’s not to say i’m not happy.
this post had no purpose other than to let you pretend you can read my mind.
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Against the advice of my attorney, I’m going to issue a statement.
Early last month, I decided I was getting real sick of Richard’s accusations of being negative and pessimistic all the time. He’d pegged me as some dude who “doesn’t understand [things] despite [his] intelligence,” and he started writing off my opinions by telling me that I just didn’t understand.
I was like, “Fine. I don’t want to understand your silly emotions anyway.” Of course, I didn’t say this to him so bluntly. Instead, I pulled up notepad and knocked out a letter of resignation.
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This is an official post.
You may notice that the blog has received a huge facelift. Among some fancy changes include:
It has occurred to me that my recent posts regarding the games of Tetris and Billiards have been characterized by anger, angst, vengefullness, and angstervengefullness. Where once I contributed to the lighter side of this otherwise mellow and deep blog, I have now become a source of one of its many woes! Hence, this post will be nothing more than a quick, heroin-like shot-in-the-arm of pure POSITIVE ENERGY! That’s right! I’ma quickly give each of you posters compliments! Here we go!
