I’ve found it. I found that *thing*! That fucking thing everyone who is addicted to masturbation looks for. The piece of smut so great I could keep coming back to it for the rest of my life.
If I had to choose anything. It would be THIS thing. Holy shit it’s great.
a mostly half-assed comic of utmost topicalicities
Quicksketch of of view from the 9th floor of the library (i didnt include the windows)
I used to not be very chill at all. I was one of the angry guys.
Don’t be one of those. I get that it’s hard, since I think the internet glorifies anger way too much (hey take a drink for every internet personality that involves exaggerated rage, haha, now you have alcohol poisoning!) and encourages it through the whole ‘venting feels good so let’s get really mad’ cycle.
But holy shit, when I look back to five or more years ago? God, I must have been intolerable to be around. Never mind the fact I always felt like shit. That’s the thing. Venting might feel great but everything before that feels like shit. It’s literally like a drug. A hard drug, not a soft one where you feel better afterwards.
Which is not to say you can’t get annoyed or be cynical (although perpetual cynics can be pretty obnoxious), I’m talking about the people who have their entire day ruined because of some video game news shit. It’s just not worth being that mad about. Like the people who send death threats over balance changes in MW2 (although most of those are children, and children are not the best at controlling themselves, but I’m sure there were a FEW adults.)
Plus, you devalue your own anger. If you get frothingly pissed off at video games, you can’t very well get even madder at stuff . Like, what do you want to get legitimately pissed about, a shitty design choice in a game, or the anti-vaccination movement?
If you want like, literally how I trained myself to be less angry, I basically did it by being an aggressive asshole. Whenever I saw something that was making me angry that I knew shouldn’t, I’d tell myself ’no, fuck that. That isn’t going to ruin my day. Fuck you. That doesn’t get to ruin my day” and would immediately calm down. After a while I didn’t even have to do it anymore.
And yes, I recognize the irony in writing all this on a blog that’s about complaining about something, so don’t bother pointing that out.
Awww, you tried so hard, but unfortunately I can’t hear you over the sound of my debt-free college degree and massive disposable income.