You’ve heard of “thanks, I hate it,” but allow me to introduce to you:
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@demaple
You’ve heard of “thanks, I hate it,” but allow me to introduce to you:
*recognizes that im feeling geniuine human emotion* ok, troubling
vylefyre replied to your post: None of you are valid.
the concept of validity among any given individuals on this website is laughable at best and as long as we’re here we will never know the meaning of valid
That’s why I said none of you are valid.
None of you are valid.
Hot dog, it’s nearly four in the morning.
If you follow me, and you’ve got one of those themes with the exceptionally small boxes, and I can’t locate your about? You stink.
Jeff Goldblum circa 1980
Was messaged early this morning by a spambot and carried the conversation despite it being entirely one-sided, before realizing that it’s like talking to half the people here, and also what it was probably like talking to me a year ago.
the plot chickens
Jean.
Overly confrontational people baffle me. "@ me next time", they say. What if we all told people we disliked them and why, immediately? I log in. I create a new text post. I utilize the @ function to tell tumblr user wrathcryingful that I think they're tacky and over dramatic. I log out. Another day's work all done.
I would send you all anonymous messages, but there is probably nothing I wouldn’t say to any of your faces.
I don’t know if some of you are posting lyrics like it’s Facebook circa 2007 or if that’s just how you talk.
I’m sick of greeting posts. You will accustom yourself to the turbulence of my blogging style and click my about page to glean my name.
And being hateful is exhausting. Do you think I take any amount of genuine joy in constantly rolling my eyes every time someone I hate says something? That I adore shittalking them to my co-workers and building entire friendships off of an undue dislike for someone who’s done virtually nothing wrong? God, it’s so much work.
I hate when people say “being so hateful is exhausting, I couldn’t do that”, in that passive-aggressive way people do to make it clear that they think they’re a better person than you. I mean they generally are, but I hate that, and now I hate them for bringing that to my attention.
#It's my second favourite decrepit old codger.
Somehow I’m beat out even in the most meaningless contests and it hurts, Vaira.