Lord Chair
Smash Master
Link to original post: [drupal=3545]As for the extent of you criticizing thyself[/drupal]
Why hello there UB frequenter.
How fine of you to have interpreted this blog title precisely the way you wanted to, I'm sure it has led to all sorts of intrigue, self-development and and general disdain towards yourself as much as your immediate surroundings. But not really.
Once more, a blog has arrived containing nothing but uninteresting and senseless statements, produced by that one thing I prefer to call boredom. It is interesting to note that even though boredom leads one to produce such a thing, the act of writing is supposed to take away the sense of the aforementioned boredom and turn the mood around to something that should be considered worthwhile. Hence, at this very moment one cannot talk of boredom, but rather a vague and silly attempt to satisfy one's needs.
Oh yes, responses to this piece of... work (?) will be about as silly as the blog itself. That'd only be natural, and quite frankly I'd say it'd be interesting to note how people take the time to read this through, if only because it's written in decent English and somehow is capable of making the reader spend (throw away) his time. I wonder, dear reader, why are you here?
Nay, I am not referring to any existential subject to speak of. The simple question of why you are here can be answered to in a multitude of ways, none of them really explaining as to why you aren't doing one of those many things that'd probably be much more worthwhile. Hypocritical? Very. Hypocritical criticism is still criticism, it's one of those things people tend to forget, and every time someone claims that hypocrisy takes away any all all truth that a statement contains, part of my soul dies.
No not really, because being influenced by the masses to that extend would sort of be a sad thing to live by. People acting silly should be considered something worth ignoring or laughing at, rather than posing any sort of thread to one's emotional state of being. It's depressing to see how often people don't acknowledge that fact or worse, pretending to acknowledge just that only not to do so in the long run.
To my own amazement, I have not attempted even once to troll my reader so far. Perhaps my times of trolling were limited to just my masterful essay on US-EU relationships, which was closed down due to silly people acting silly, a shame really, I spend quite the afternoon writing it. Admittedly, controversy is not really a welcome thing on a blog subboard, poor Teran having had to read through all 150 comments as well as the entire blog. I'd almost feel guilty for wasting his time, though I really tend to feel guilty for stuff like that rather quickly.
You know, I watched Pulp Fiction for the zillionth time yesterday, and was rather surprised at not having recalled the quote Mia makes on true friends being able to shut the **** up and just sit alongside each other in silence. I realized I stated the same thing quite the while ago with the the woman I fell in love with and really, that's all there is to it. It reminded me of how my incapability of actually getting what I want (which I'm used to, I'm not part of a wealthy family, quite the opposite, I'm used to getting what I want simply because I'm that good). I'm used to being able to spend enormous amounts of time and effort into something and get it done and quite frankly, love doesn't work that way. No matter how important it is to be aware of that, it doesn't help all that much. Oh well, it was worth the experience.
Experiences make things worthwhile. If all else fails, you always have the experience of the event(s) to fall back on. After all, after all those things that have happened, at the very least you got just a tad bit wiser, and what's more desirable than wisdom.
Note how I leave out the question mark, it's interesting to see how statements and mentions are completely stripped of all sorts of qualities when one leaves out the question mark that should really accompany that what has been said. It adds cynicism, makes the question all the more rhetorical, takes away everything that would make the questioner seem dependent on the one being questioned. It leaves the questioner with an intact ego and sense of pride, while it all the more emphasizes on the fact that he cares about all that. Unless it was pure cynicism of course. Frankly, that makes it a 'safe' thing to do, legitimate cockiness, really.
And that's when I was no longer in the mood to sprout senselessness to random people.
Why hello there UB frequenter.
How fine of you to have interpreted this blog title precisely the way you wanted to, I'm sure it has led to all sorts of intrigue, self-development and and general disdain towards yourself as much as your immediate surroundings. But not really.
Once more, a blog has arrived containing nothing but uninteresting and senseless statements, produced by that one thing I prefer to call boredom. It is interesting to note that even though boredom leads one to produce such a thing, the act of writing is supposed to take away the sense of the aforementioned boredom and turn the mood around to something that should be considered worthwhile. Hence, at this very moment one cannot talk of boredom, but rather a vague and silly attempt to satisfy one's needs.
Oh yes, responses to this piece of... work (?) will be about as silly as the blog itself. That'd only be natural, and quite frankly I'd say it'd be interesting to note how people take the time to read this through, if only because it's written in decent English and somehow is capable of making the reader spend (throw away) his time. I wonder, dear reader, why are you here?
Nay, I am not referring to any existential subject to speak of. The simple question of why you are here can be answered to in a multitude of ways, none of them really explaining as to why you aren't doing one of those many things that'd probably be much more worthwhile. Hypocritical? Very. Hypocritical criticism is still criticism, it's one of those things people tend to forget, and every time someone claims that hypocrisy takes away any all all truth that a statement contains, part of my soul dies.
No not really, because being influenced by the masses to that extend would sort of be a sad thing to live by. People acting silly should be considered something worth ignoring or laughing at, rather than posing any sort of thread to one's emotional state of being. It's depressing to see how often people don't acknowledge that fact or worse, pretending to acknowledge just that only not to do so in the long run.
To my own amazement, I have not attempted even once to troll my reader so far. Perhaps my times of trolling were limited to just my masterful essay on US-EU relationships, which was closed down due to silly people acting silly, a shame really, I spend quite the afternoon writing it. Admittedly, controversy is not really a welcome thing on a blog subboard, poor Teran having had to read through all 150 comments as well as the entire blog. I'd almost feel guilty for wasting his time, though I really tend to feel guilty for stuff like that rather quickly.
You know, I watched Pulp Fiction for the zillionth time yesterday, and was rather surprised at not having recalled the quote Mia makes on true friends being able to shut the **** up and just sit alongside each other in silence. I realized I stated the same thing quite the while ago with the the woman I fell in love with and really, that's all there is to it. It reminded me of how my incapability of actually getting what I want (which I'm used to, I'm not part of a wealthy family, quite the opposite, I'm used to getting what I want simply because I'm that good). I'm used to being able to spend enormous amounts of time and effort into something and get it done and quite frankly, love doesn't work that way. No matter how important it is to be aware of that, it doesn't help all that much. Oh well, it was worth the experience.
Experiences make things worthwhile. If all else fails, you always have the experience of the event(s) to fall back on. After all, after all those things that have happened, at the very least you got just a tad bit wiser, and what's more desirable than wisdom.
Note how I leave out the question mark, it's interesting to see how statements and mentions are completely stripped of all sorts of qualities when one leaves out the question mark that should really accompany that what has been said. It adds cynicism, makes the question all the more rhetorical, takes away everything that would make the questioner seem dependent on the one being questioned. It leaves the questioner with an intact ego and sense of pride, while it all the more emphasizes on the fact that he cares about all that. Unless it was pure cynicism of course. Frankly, that makes it a 'safe' thing to do, legitimate cockiness, really.
And that's when I was no longer in the mood to sprout senselessness to random people.
