But from where I stand it seems like we're just sort of laughing at someone and it seems really mean spirited. Like, do we know anything about this guy? For all we know he was fourteen when he wrote this.
maybe he(?) was
has anyone actually said anything bad about the person, though? it's just a funny post.
Ridiculous, yes, but the thing is that this was likely someone young or inexperienced and as someone who's written his fair share of shit feeling like you're going to be mocked for it is the worst feeling ever.
More people have said that and been killed than there are thorium decay products.
You know, that could just as well have been an intentional satire as the genuine work of a nerdy child. Either way, I find humor in it that isn't derived from the author being "weird" or whatever.
More people have said that and been killed than there are thorium decay products.
There still exist copies of my writings as an 8 year old child, and then a 9 year old child. They are quite embarrassing and I have failed to track down and destroy all copies. They are, however, printed under my legal name, which I will leave behind.
There still exist copies of my writings as an 8 year old child, and then a 9 year old child. They are quite embarrassing and I have failed to track down and destroy all copies. They are, however, printed under my legal name, which I will leave behind.
Everything written before 9th grade has been obliterated, luckily.
Sorry, Kex. i still haven't quite figured how to tell whether or not someone is being literal.
TBH i've been laughed at IRL and i've had creative work laughed at, and the latter hurt more because my creative work was the one thing i thought i was good at.
But still, we weren't saying anything bad about this person.
More people have said that and been killed than there are thorium decay products.
That reminds me, before puberty I was mistaken for a girl at times. This pleases me. People still make that mistake on occasion now but then they realize they are speaking to a feminine boy.
I also have speech problems most likely related to autism and poor social development, yay. I spoke in a monotone, I stuttered on the 'K' sound, I spoke too low, then too high, then too low again, then too loud, then too quiet... I guess that by the time puberty had fucked me up, I was speaking quite softly and pronouncing syllables with considerable difficulty, particularly when anxious, which was most/all of the time. I still suck at speaking. A lot.
I just had the most remarkable experience. I had to take a brief online class, and to the surprise of absolutely no one, the website for the class was buggy and completely unintuitive. The remarkable part is, I submitted a report form to the online help desk, and, an hour later, I got a response via email explaining how to fix my problem. And the solution worked.
Clearly, I must write back to that soul, trapped in the bureaucracy just like myself, to let them know that their work is appreciated.
i didn't mean to post anything stupid, either, although i guess i've been flailing around for the last few minutes going 'what is happening, i don't understand', which is probably stupid
More people have said that and been killed than there are thorium decay products.
hmm, maybe I will program some more, so I can create beautiful art. Honestly though, I imagine I will not be able to create my game's graphics by myself, because I am not good at that sort of thing, but I want it to look nice. I think I will do the soundtrack and everything else myself.
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although if your intent was to upset us or attract trolls to HH that wouldn't be very nice
but surely you can see why posts like that one are ridiculous?
has anyone actually said anything bad about the person, though? it's just a funny post.
i didn't enjoy it, but there are worse feelings
Assassin poems, Poems that shoot
guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead
Assassin poems, Poems that shoot
guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead
Assassin poems, Poems that shoot
guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead
TBH i've been laughed at IRL and i've had creative work laughed at, and the latter hurt more because my creative work was the one thing i thought i was good at.
But still, we weren't saying anything bad about this person.
i don't know what's stupid and what's unbearable to read and what's not
apparently this conversation warrants spamming stuff?
i don't get it
I also have speech problems most likely related to autism and poor social development, yay. I spoke in a monotone, I stuttered on the 'K' sound, I spoke too low, then too high, then too low again, then too loud, then too quiet... I guess that by the time puberty had fucked me up, I was speaking quite softly and pronouncing syllables with considerable difficulty, particularly when anxious, which was most/all of the time. I still suck at speaking. A lot.
i think i'll go stick my head in a social awkwardness and die of inability to read social cues
what
i don't know what's going on here
apparently i did something wrong and this conversation has to stop
unless that went over my head
Clearly, I must write back to that soul, trapped in the bureaucracy just like myself, to let them know that their work is appreciated.
I am trying to cheer up by listening to Are You Gonna Eat That? because it's a fun album to listen to but it's not really workin.
i didn't mean to post anything stupid, either, although i guess i've been flailing around for the last few minutes going 'what is happening, i don't understand', which is probably stupid