Name: Anonymous 2006-09-22 19:14
Tell me this: what does a /b/tard know of love? I may not have visisted /b/ in many a day, and yes, I may have been banned from it many a time, but I do believe that the opposition will be little when I state that /b/tards know naught of love, nor should they.
Acceptance is a wonderful thing, you know? You can spend the day before agonizing over something, only to be perfectly fine with it the next day. You can spend years having your mind get jumbled up over women and their villainous wiles when you wake up one day and, hey, you accept it. You're not gonna get a real girlfriend any time soon; I'm not gonna get a real girlfriend any time soon. Why? Because I'm fucked in the head and any attempt at a real relationship will be over faster than love. Oh well, c'est la vie, eh?
But you know what? Life is a bitch. God forbid that I be happy or anything, right? I've finally come to terms with eternal virginity when a crush from two years ago starts acting wrong. The mind, see, it works with booleans, yes and no, right or wrong. It establishes a pattern, a nice comfy routine of how things work out. That guy doesn't notice me, that guy eyes me but he's creepy so who gives a shit, that girl has a nice ass, that girl--she's smiling at me. Brain crash, no, no, no, THAT DOESN'T FUCKING HAPPEN. That girl doesn't smile at me because she's already taken and I already fucked up any chances with her ages ago. Now that we've got that straight, look again.
...
Fucking hell.
It's things like this that convince me of a higher power. There's a god all right, and he's a fucking jackass.
Acceptance is a wonderful thing, you know? You can spend the day before agonizing over something, only to be perfectly fine with it the next day. You can spend years having your mind get jumbled up over women and their villainous wiles when you wake up one day and, hey, you accept it. You're not gonna get a real girlfriend any time soon; I'm not gonna get a real girlfriend any time soon. Why? Because I'm fucked in the head and any attempt at a real relationship will be over faster than love. Oh well, c'est la vie, eh?
But you know what? Life is a bitch. God forbid that I be happy or anything, right? I've finally come to terms with eternal virginity when a crush from two years ago starts acting wrong. The mind, see, it works with booleans, yes and no, right or wrong. It establishes a pattern, a nice comfy routine of how things work out. That guy doesn't notice me, that guy eyes me but he's creepy so who gives a shit, that girl has a nice ass, that girl--she's smiling at me. Brain crash, no, no, no, THAT DOESN'T FUCKING HAPPEN. That girl doesn't smile at me because she's already taken and I already fucked up any chances with her ages ago. Now that we've got that straight, look again.
...
Fucking hell.
It's things like this that convince me of a higher power. There's a god all right, and he's a fucking jackass.