Sunday, July 12, 2009

Post copied from April 5th: Bitch, please...




I say and do hateful things to people, and then claim not to hate. I hold grudges longer than a Hatfield and McCoy put together, and then claim not to hold grudges.


I think that there are plenty of people out there stupid enough to take me at my word, even when everything I do contradicts the phoney image of myself that I'm trying so hard to portray.


I make demands on friends, and issue ultimatums, like a child and as though my friends just don't have enough trifling, petty bastards in their own life. I think that will cause them to value that quality in me.


When someone uses a particular argument on me, I turn around and use the same argument on them, oblivious to the fact that those arguments just won't work for my case.


When someone says something to me or about me, I turn around and say the same things back, because I just don't have a single original thought in my own head, and because I've simply run out of ways to bogusly defend my childish bullshit.


If you're completely uninvolved but argue in my favor, I have no issues whatsoever. If you are involved, and you speak out against me, I call you a meddling outsider. This makes sense to me because I'm an idiot.


When you raise a brand new issue (like, for instance, the recent taking down of a message board) I then come on and talk about a bunch of old fights that 1) ironically, I started, and 2) that have nothing to do with your original post. Then I tell everyone you're opening old wounds...or picking old scabs...as it were....


I make shady, snaky references to other people, even naming them outright, and then when they get sick of my bullshit and dare to speak back, I tell everyone "See that? They just won't let it drop."


Most of my arguments are based on misinformation, intentional misdirection, and outright bullshit. Then I say other people don't know what's going on.


If I didn't make it up or verify it personally, or it just doesn't suit my argument at the time, well then dammit, it doesn't exist.


I create--demand, even--a moral compulsion in all my friends to fight my battles for me, even when they PM and email others that what I did was wrong, hurtful, and mean.


If ya ain't fer me, you're agin me...the axe will fall!