| paigowprincess |
08-26-2003 04:53 PM |
Epiphany.
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Originally posted by Pretty Little Flower
I cannot believe I am saying this, but you're right. Although there may be a mean-spirited few who enjoy my patronizing barbs and cooler-than-thou schtick, the majority of posters on this board are here for affirmation, not bitter snipes. We share a community here and, though we may not know each others real names, we know each other's purity scores, whether an online algorithm thinks us male or female, and all sorts of other things thanks to infinite e-mode polls. Also, many of us have slept with others.
We post here when we are tired, or lonely, or need advice for a loved one or friend or even for ourselves. We post here because, deep down, we all seek the approval of our little virtual community. Indeed, even my cranky rants and condescending cut-downs are really nothing more than an attempt to be liked. Not too far below the surface of any of my posts, it is pretty clear that I want you to think I'm funny and I want you think I'm interesting. But I realize that I have been going about it the wrong way. I am like the kid on the playground who keeps going up to the girl on whom he has a crush and punching her in the arm, because he is too socially awkward to actually flirt. Well, after years of my self-idolization posts and impatient cut-downs, I think I am beginning to realize that I may have delivered a few too many cyber-punches to a few too many cyber-arms. And, although this may be a day late and a dollar short in a way that is both too little and too late, let me start to try to make things right by saying I'm sorry.
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Oh, pretty! You know what else we used to do on the playground? We used to see bridge of love coming toward our boxball boxes and grab three of our best friends and say, "quick, I am serving, you guys get in here. that pussy, bridge of love is coming and man does he lack a sense of humor". Pretty, you may be the bully that everyone secretly fears and loaths, but at least you arent bridge of love, the biggest loser of them all. He moves to our town and joins our school, and without learning the ways of the FB, he starts slamming his locker and throwing his books around the hallway. Well, I am flunking him. Back to the newcomer board for him., til he is ready to graduate to the big school. By then, he will be the hairiest motherfucker in the second grade.
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