I see the Awesomeness.
Why does this look like a repost?
Fight smart, not fair.
I'm glasses.
Boo hoo.
How old are you? 12?
Always, somewhere, someone is fighting for you. As long as you remember them, you are not alone.
Jackass Detector
I'm sorry, but I'm fresh out of fucks to give.
"It is better to remain silent and be thought a fool than to open one’s mouth and remove all doubt." - Some guy with a snazzy hat.
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Are you having an emotional breakdown?
edited 29th Sep '11 11:01:42 PM by joyflower
Then can I just have a dirty old fuck?
Is that cake frosting?
The problem is that you are taking Questionable Content and romantic comedies seriously, and judging the state of your social life in relation to them.
That makes about as much sense as taking Die Hard as a manual for anti-terrorist operations.
Suggestion: forget about dating and such for a moment. Forget about romantic comedies. Forget about "internet bros", whatever that even means. Try to build a good relationship with colleagues. Hang out with friends — Real Life friends, I mean. Hang out with your family.
And have some chocolate, that always helps.
edited 29th Sep '11 11:46:10 PM by Carciofus
But they seem to know where they are going, the ones who walk away from Omelas.
Yeah no, starting a thread with a huge rant isn't on. The forum is for discussions and this is not a good way to kick one off.
I have balls.
What exactly do you mean by "War" on romantic comedies? Would you prefer that media that depicts happiness ought to be censored because you don't happen to be happy and thus, their violation of realism forfeits their right to exist? Since when does fiction have to be realistic?
Ninja, for reference.
edited 30th Sep '11 12:20:44 AM by Vellup
They never travel alone.
First of all, I've had enough with these damn romantic comedies, I'm mad as hell, and I'm not gonna take it anymore!
I'm tired of being reminded of how fucking miserable and lonely I am by Meg Ryan and whoever tags along with her this time round, I'm tired of Kevin Smith and Seth Rogen telling me what being a dude in the 21st Century really is, when they put way too much sex comedy in their films when all I see around me in real life is dudes just not getting laid at all, nobody's getting any, most realistic bromance movie I've ever seen is Withnail And I because NOBODY GOT ANY in that movie, and there was this all too real absence of any women or any feminine sensibilities that's just the reality for a lot of college guys like myself.
The first ten minutes of Heavy Traffic have more reality in them than Seth Rogen can ever claim, and I don't even know who this Zack Gallfinakis guy is. Is he some kind of mythical creature, like that lumberjack guy and his blue ox?
Society, media, my own friends (the few that I have): all make me feel like a man's virginity is some kind of overdue library book and every person you've ever known is hounding you to get it returned like they're the librarian on campus who's gonna fine you twenty bucks just so you can even borrow books again...
I used to love Questionable Content and other webcomics, until I just couldn't relate to the general experience these characters were having, I mean, they had KISSING, HUGS... FRIENDS IN GENERAL... all I had every time when I got home from campus was a pile of books I confided in out of some effort to stay sane, especially after my shrink told me not to eat raw noodles compacted together in a peanut butter sandwich while watching Cannibal Holocaust again, but was strangely less concerned that I was watching Cannibal Holocaust than about that angst-sandwich I'd created out of mistaken delicacy and bitter loneliness.
There was this taxi driver driving by the bus stop, blaring "Hooked On A Feeling" out of his cabbie radio, I wanted to turn around and yell "FUCK YOU!" at him, because I was neither hooked on a feeling, nor high on believing, THAT ANYBODY would be in love with me, EVER, because I certainly haven't found it so far.
What, you think I spent five years in the depths of the internet trying to look for PORN? If I was just here for the porn I'd be happy, sadly I've got the kind of brain that can't really be satisfied with free internet porn, I'm a bit more complicated than that despite my being a man in the 21st Century. I came to this here internet looking for the Internet Dream Densha Otoko was talking about, random people all over the world being bros and having your back watched for ya, but even my oldest internet bros don't talk to me much anymore and my life feels more stagnant and stunted than the Kokiri Village from Ocarina Of Time.
What more can I do in the face of utter indifference from my fellow man online and off, but sit in my room and listen to the angstiest music that Youtube's collection of Trent Renzor videos and his ilk like him can deliver?
Hell Hasn't Earned My Tears