OK, let's try this again. Back in the olden times, before Myspace, before Twitter, and before Facebook, I tried this blogging thing. It was fun, but the ease of established social media sites was more enticing than sitting down and punching out a blog everyday. My mind is always going, and the ability to just quickly jot down whatever pops in my head and share it with people that i think are intelligent enough to enjoy them seemed like a good idea at the time. But what I didn't take into account was, that for me to share my thoughts with people on the aforementioned sites, I would have to acquiesce to the fact that I have to see/read their post and or comments. And 95% of the people that participate on social media sites are moderately functional retards. I'm not trying to us the word "retard" in a derogatory fashion. I really mean that if they actually tested some of you at a lab, by the time the test was over you would be given a boxer's headgear, only allowed to wear sweatpants and Velcro shoes, and would receive a monthly check to keep you out of the workforce. And it makes me sad as fuck.
Every time I look at social media sites (sms from here on out), all I see are liars, hatemongers, whores, puppets who regurgitate everything they see on the news or sms without any research or info, HORRIBLE parents, people who read and write on a third grade level, 30K a year millionaires, and sociopaths that need to be on a government watch list. The best way I can describe my feeling on sms is to appropriate Dr. Ian Malcolm's quote from Jurassic Park; "If I may... Um, I'll tell you the problem with the scientific power that you're using here, it didn't require any discipline to attain it. You read what others had done and you took the next step. You didn't earn the knowledge for yourselves, so you don't take any responsibility for it. You stood on the shoulders of geniuses to accomplish something as fast as you could, and before you even knew what you had, you patented it, and packaged it, and slapped it on a plastic lunchbox, and now.." Well now, all I want to do is stand in the corner like the Mike in the Blair Witch Project, and wait for somebody to put a hatchet into the back of my head anytime I look at sms. But I can't look away. The car wreck that is sms is just too beautiful not to stare at, the dusty Faces of Death VHS tape on the top shelf of the closet that you save for special occasions. Fucking real life Bum Fights.
I can't explain with any reasonable sense why I still participate with sms, because the more I'm involved, the less social I become in real life. The more I hate people for the flat out ignorant shit they say, do, think is cute, or funny. It's not . Can anyone please explain to me the burning need to comment on everything a person post, the feeble attempts at comedic remarks, or the need to be a contrarian and correct what other people say. Especially when a person is obviously being sarcastic/funny? There's a reason I RARELY reply to comments on things that I post. Because if I did, it would be a Napalm attack on the dumb ass shit people think they need to add to what I just shared with you. Here's a hint for correct sms etiquette as it pertains to me; if the post isn't in the form of a question, step away from the keyboard. I've been on Facebook since 2006, and I average about 7-10, comments on other people post a year. Why is that?
1. I honestly don't read other peoples Facebook post. I generally just think that whatever I have to say is more important and funnier than anything else anyone has to say as it pertains to my everyday life.
2. English is my first language. I don't know how to read Ebonics, Text speak, or kindergartner. And I refuse to validate blatant laziness and wanton stupidity.
3. I don't enjoy hating people, but the more I see on there, the more people I despise.
And here's my number 1 pet peeve on sms; People who do nothing but complain all the time about their lives and how shitty it is. Don't get me wrong, we all get kicked in the nuts from time to time. Bad shit happens. You have to get over it. Life can be awesome as fuck if you allow it to be. And ultimately, the only people who want to hear you bitch and moan are the people waiting in the wings to savor your failures. About 6 months ago I was at the lowest point of my life, for a variety of reasons. I only really opened up to one person on how bad things were, and they flat out told me that complaining made them think less of me, and that it was disappointing. It stung like a bitch and really made me rethink some of my relationships, but it was true. Basically no one wants to hear that shit. Suck it the
fuck up and make your situation better. Or don't. Either way, I don't give a shit.
Aaaaaaaaannnnndddd, that's my first blog rant! Now that that is out of the way, just a few things to look forward to in my blogging future. Movie reviews. Sports Talk. Fun website suggestions. Wild Ass stories of things I've seen and done. And things that are just too much to share on sms. And I promise 99% of the post won't be this negative. But I do plan on sticking with this for a while so hang around for a bit, it'll be worth it. Bitches.
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