Warning: cranky, stress-induced rant/idle threat to follow.
I'm getting sick of all the self-righteous, pompous motherfuckers in this world. I am a happy person - perhaps I am happy in my ignorance of the world around me, but that in no way makes me a bad person. I refuse to believe that because I consider myself capable only of affecting those around me, I am therefore careless/selfish/evil, or whatever epithet one chooses.
This site has of late become the prime example of that. I am perfectly happy with those I have met through its breast-filled conduits, but I'm sick of (one example) seeing shit plastered about my mother country's inability to do anything right from stem to stern on this good ship. I know it's fucked up. We all know. No one who uses the internet, I suspect, lives in a goddamn cave. I used to find this site a release from the shit that was going on in the world. Notice (well, you can't, but take my word for it) that I only ever really visit the Silliness and Sex boards. I like both silliness and sex. I like them precisely because they are not politics and social action.
There is nothing wrong with being aware, and with being active, and with trying to make a difference. If indeed one wants to, it is a more noble thing than perhaps I will ever aspire to in this lifetime. Why, though, must everything 'alternative' also be a haven for pissed-off former college activists who want to bitch and moan and force-feed me the same shit I can see if I turn on the television, read a newspaper, or for fucks sake consider the fact that people are neither intrinsically good, nor evil, but have the capability to be one, the other, or both.
Furthermore, those of the public who are socially aware and active, and feel confident enough in their views to voice them loud and clear are not in a position in any way to pass judgment on those of us who chose not to act. One can (I say can) have a positive impact on society by protesting (I guess. Wait around for my rant on how the 'Vietnam Era' did about as much to hasten the pullout of troops from Vietnam as a hairball does to unclog a drain). That however gives precisely no one the right to insult, deride, or otherwise belittle me because I would rather be good to those I love, civil to those I meet, and hopefully raise a family one day that shares the values of love, kindness, and even a little generosity.
SuicideGirls used to be a place for me to escape the less pleasant sides of this life and enjoy beauty, humor, and maybe even friendship (insofar as the internet allows for such a thing). I don't know, maybe I was blinded by boobs, but I've only recently started noticing this rather unfortunate trend. With that, I am going to leave SG within the next week or so. Not to mention the fact that I canceled the card with which I was paying for my subscription. Lost wallet, different story...
...or maybe I won't. Maybe I just need some sleep. And sex. And to finish this fucking paper on the Abby of Fulda. Who gives a shit about Fulda apart from me and a bunch of guys in tweed and argyle?
Ok, now we're really ranting. Christ, I sound like a fucking lunatic. This is what happens when I sober up, I guess.
I'm getting sick of all the self-righteous, pompous motherfuckers in this world. I am a happy person - perhaps I am happy in my ignorance of the world around me, but that in no way makes me a bad person. I refuse to believe that because I consider myself capable only of affecting those around me, I am therefore careless/selfish/evil, or whatever epithet one chooses.
This site has of late become the prime example of that. I am perfectly happy with those I have met through its breast-filled conduits, but I'm sick of (one example) seeing shit plastered about my mother country's inability to do anything right from stem to stern on this good ship. I know it's fucked up. We all know. No one who uses the internet, I suspect, lives in a goddamn cave. I used to find this site a release from the shit that was going on in the world. Notice (well, you can't, but take my word for it) that I only ever really visit the Silliness and Sex boards. I like both silliness and sex. I like them precisely because they are not politics and social action.
There is nothing wrong with being aware, and with being active, and with trying to make a difference. If indeed one wants to, it is a more noble thing than perhaps I will ever aspire to in this lifetime. Why, though, must everything 'alternative' also be a haven for pissed-off former college activists who want to bitch and moan and force-feed me the same shit I can see if I turn on the television, read a newspaper, or for fucks sake consider the fact that people are neither intrinsically good, nor evil, but have the capability to be one, the other, or both.
Furthermore, those of the public who are socially aware and active, and feel confident enough in their views to voice them loud and clear are not in a position in any way to pass judgment on those of us who chose not to act. One can (I say can) have a positive impact on society by protesting (I guess. Wait around for my rant on how the 'Vietnam Era' did about as much to hasten the pullout of troops from Vietnam as a hairball does to unclog a drain). That however gives precisely no one the right to insult, deride, or otherwise belittle me because I would rather be good to those I love, civil to those I meet, and hopefully raise a family one day that shares the values of love, kindness, and even a little generosity.
SuicideGirls used to be a place for me to escape the less pleasant sides of this life and enjoy beauty, humor, and maybe even friendship (insofar as the internet allows for such a thing). I don't know, maybe I was blinded by boobs, but I've only recently started noticing this rather unfortunate trend. With that, I am going to leave SG within the next week or so. Not to mention the fact that I canceled the card with which I was paying for my subscription. Lost wallet, different story...
...or maybe I won't. Maybe I just need some sleep. And sex. And to finish this fucking paper on the Abby of Fulda. Who gives a shit about Fulda apart from me and a bunch of guys in tweed and argyle?
Ok, now we're really ranting. Christ, I sound like a fucking lunatic. This is what happens when I sober up, I guess.