UNINTELLIGIBLE BULLSHIT ENSUES
Ok so I feel like some freeform typing is just the only way to get this page to really resemble who I am without any kind of flimflam or glamour, so here you go, just typing typing typing straight out of my mind as fast as I can. I've been a troper for a little bit (first got linked here from a forum although I've left that community a long time ago this remains a remnant of those good times) and I've sucked at least one other person into this horrible horrible vortex. God it's nice to type this knowing that how introverted I am no one will likely read it, so cool. Recently, my confidence has moderately waned (too impressionable and too much Andrew Hussie formspring), but there's still
HAHAHAHAHA LIES there is nothing else freeform typed after I got cutoff there.
Dear people who think they are unique and special snowflakes, (THATS YOU TROPERTALES)
You're not. Stop.
Love, Cynical Misanthropy.
Dear Cynical Misanthropy,
Stop being such a pretentious douchebag.
Love, Self loathing
Dear Self Loathing,
Stop being so conspicuously self-aware.
Love, more self loathing.
I will say this, however: realizing that you are not a unique snowflake is the first step into becoming a unique snowflake. There is a fine line to tread, without being too dogmatic about popculture, which leads one down the path of looking like a Jersey Shore reject, or anti-mainstream, which leads to hipsters or forced quirkiness which is just goddamned unpleasant. Stay within the gray area, and you can be aware of popculture without overtly pandering your tastes to it and still doing your own thing. There is nothing new under the sun, and maintaining the illusion that there is is never good in the long run.
You are not a special snowflake either. Remember?
Love, seriously there is so much self-loathing all up ins
whaaaaaat this is stupid why am I doing this
YO MILLHOUSE, I HEARD YOU WEREN'T A MEME, SO I FORCED A MEME ABOUT YOU NOT BEING A MEME, SO YOU CAN BE A MEME WHILE YOU'RE NOT A MEME
No man is an island, but your mom could totally be mistaken for one.
Life is brutish and dark and unpleasant, but with brilliant points of light surfacing above the darkness. And you must enjoy those points to their fullest, because they are the only time when you are truly alive, and without them, there is no reason for slogging through the darkness. And in the darkness we are not alive, only when it is light do we live. We all have dark stretches, and we all must endure so we can live when the light comes.