Not for the easily offended.

It seems the older I get, the more my old acquaintances dislike me. Like's and interests change, but I remain the same person in the way I think and act. I feel lately as if a lot of people have taking the scenic route of their life-journey just to drive by and throw eggs at my proverbial house. I, for the most part, remain very quiet, smile, and try to treat everyone with a general respect for humanity. I don't purposefully hurt people, or rag on things they do or say just to provide myself with entertainment. Granted, I very well could, and my thoughts tend to be quite cynical, but 99.9% of the time I stick to the "if you can't say anything nice, don't say anything at all" rule. This is why if you ever talk to me and I just look at you for a long time before I reply; I was digging to find something good to say, because you must be an asshole. This is probably the only place you will ever see the uncapped stream of my disgruntled thoughts. Still, names are spared and no one that I know in my life, internet or otherwise is called out directly. I do not even reference events. I do this all on purpose, because there is little else in life that I hate more vehemently than drama. I don't even like reality shows, I don't like to watch OTHER people's drama much less be involved.

If you ever doubted that basic premise that people are extremely selfish, try to get someone else to be supportive of you for 5 mins. It's like the world is nothing but a land packed with 4 year old children with severe cases of ADHD. I have been nothing but a ball of rage lately, every apology that comes out of my mouth to avoid an argument adds a bucket to the ocean of spite. Somewhere along my life time people have learned to hold me up to this un-achievable standard of perfection. It is easy for people to create an image of a person and attempt to hold them up to that created image; this always, 100% of the time, leads to disappointment. Sorry match.com, that is the human flaw that makes what you do difficult in reality.

In conclusion, I like heavy metal, and lip gloss. I will talk to you about role playing games and politics. I am a sensitive person, I am an incredibly lonely person who struggles with thinking they are somehow bad because of their inability to have friends of the same sex. Go ahead, rip on me. That's right, I like makeup and I can't spell. Have a frigging field day. Your dislike of me cannot and will not change who I am, it's sort of in my DNA.
Oh, and please don't pity me, I don't want or need it. Just because I'm a "nerd" or in your book a "looser" doesn't mean I need to be pitied.