[ti]judgement[/ti]Time To Disable Posting And/Or Find A Competent Mod

Exactly

Not talking to or about you Sol...

One of the funniest things to watch is a delusional mceductaed psychologist as they squirm in attempt to convince others of what they even know to be delusional bullshit, for no other reason but in hopes that if others believe their delusional bullshit, it somehow can cover up what it is that they squirm in avoidance of in the first place, like wrapping a turf in imaginary rose pedals makes the shit stink less...

You can attempt to convince everyone else that you aren't suffering, and that you are golden, but until you address the root of your suffering, your inauthenticity, as it relates to your life, the truths that you unknowingly tell by communicating the lies you tell yourself, and the impotent attempt to manipulate others who aren't fooled by your retardation, make you nothing but a living example and a future reminder for those you might have managed to not lose, where such a path leads.

You castrated yourself
You are a powerless pussy over anyone else
Your only power is to address that within yourself, but you keep refusing and it's emanations are actually funny as hell

It is sad...

It's really sad...

Allow me the honest chance to explain, though few will probably get it.

I'm going to use a metaphor, hopefully that makes this more comprehensible to you, the few, who wish to get it.

Im going to take you all to the inside of Gary Grenades house...

I walked in a large room of a house in a remote area, but rather than feeling large and open, it felt the opposite. I would walk through no less than 3 rooms that were like this.

From the very first moment I walked through the front door, I was confronted with 4 walls of trophies, don't get too excited Sol, these weren't golden plastic with stone or wooden bottoms, these were stuffed animals, and not the kind daughters play with.

All 4 walls, covered from top to bottom, in no less than 3 rooms, with dead animals all staring in the same direction, which seemed to follow me in every direction as if I was staring at the Mona Lisa walking back and forth. And there were guns knives, swords and crossbones mounted too, but on the walls of this semi-modest house, were more animals than the zoo, all looking beautiful and majestic yet eerily dead, and yet alive all at the same time.

I'm intimately familiar with death but no experience out does this, in sheer magnitude, and no news channel covered massacre can really compare.

The thing is though, ironically, every since then, and especially so on the forums, I see much the same, death. Not as in dead people on the wall as stuffed animals and trophies, but people who hold a pulse who act as if they are already dead, via their words, actions, motives & capabilities, or lack of.

And to think you honestly believe I give a fuck about editing my typos, many of which are my phones autocorrect, is simply laughable, as if as if taking the time to edit my post fpr seemingly dead people who care not in finding life, would be a priority to me... Seriously

Not everyone I find is like that, but the ones that convince me otherwise are few and far between and the ones who convince me it's a possibility, they'll either seek life and living or they won't.

This isn't meant to be construed as tragical, though in a way it is, it's merely meant to portray a perspective. For the ones that have convinced me, truly beautiful, for the ones who convince me it's possible, I say please go for it, for the otherwise seemingly walking dead, I wish y'all the best too, just don't expect others to sit idly by as you drag those with the potential down with you.

Ya know man, if you hadn't come in here insulting everyone and everything, we may have been able to get along.

Meh, I understand tho. Certainly get that way myself at times.

That I'll agree with *chuckle*