This section is emo-tastic.

Ok. I will say this one more time.

One.
More.
Time.

I will enunciate it slowly and clearly.

Are you ready?

Perhaps you should prepare. I don't know if you'll get it.

Ok.

The ability to afford an internet connection is proof of the ability to afford to live.

I did not state that an internet connection leads to happiness.

Reading, however, can. Perhaps when you all gain a reading comprehension level greater than that of those in 2nd grade, you'll understand.

I will now ignore this thread, as I still doubt that you get it.
 
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hm... i think it worked this time.

irony is wasted on the stupid.

:sarcasm:
 
The fact that people can find happiness does not mean they know how to seek it. Who the fuck made you the guru of all our lives? Shit fucking happens and we need to vent about it.

This thread needs to stop. This is an idiotic discussion.

The assumption that if you have internet you can not suffer the effects of life is fucking RIDUCLOUS. Your statement and conclusions are full of logical fallacies and generalizations, which make it even more ridiculous.

PS: There are only a handful of us that are EMO.....

Some of us have legitimate life stress.

Your going to tell me that Jane's grandma having cancer is EMO?
That my mother-in-law having it makes us EMO?
That we should be happy about it because we can afford internet?

Fuck you.
 
JESUS FUCKING CHRIST.

I never made that assumption. I have stated at least five times what I meant by the original post.

Never mind. Fuck it.
 
ORLY???



What you are saying is that a person who is alive and can afford the internet can find happiness. Furthermore, a person who is alive and can afford the internet and is unhappy is being EMO, excluding mental illness. However, you completely discount the fact that the largest portion of life sucks are....life changing instances. You assume that the majority are EMO bullshit...and I will admit, the "I CUT MYSELF" girl with the bad grammar is full of EMO bullshit. But you need to understand that none of us takes lightly to some punk ass kid coming in here and saying that we are all EMO, that we all need to get off our asses and be happy, that if we are alive we should be able to find happiness. Happiness is not something you find, first off. It is something you create. For many people that is very hard to do...fuck, 70 percent of our nation is on some pill or another...I prefer xanax myself.....Yet you judge us. What gives you that fucking right? You don't know any of us. You have no idea what really happened to Descent when he was a kid, you have no idea what goes through my fucking head, you have no idea why Lamp contemplates leaving this earth for a place of dark and silent solitude.

Yet you come in here with your everyone can find happiness bullshit? Fuck you. We did not ask you to fucking analyze us you wanna be hack shrink.
 
This is actually a well-thought-out response.

First of all, I stated my aversion to clinical psychology earlier. So "wanna be hack shrink" does not describe me.

I have worse shit going through my head than you can imagine. I don't deny being fucked up. I have contemplated suicide. I have done the whole "cutting" thing.

And I have come to the conclusion that it's senseless. When I have actively pursued happiness, I have found it. That is not to say, necessarily, that I enjoy it immensely. I would prefer to be depressed and intelligent than happy and stupid.

You do not strike me as a stupid person. Perhaps, then, you can appreciate the fact that I know and have experienced depression.

My point is that there is absolutely no point in whining about it. Internalize it. Write a good paper about it. It will make you stronger.

Complaining to strangers on the internet is retarded.

I would like you to read a paper of mine. Head over to the writer's block.
 
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