Kuntmode
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In my swivel chair I am surrounded by nothing except the miscellaneous sundries cladded to my prison like walls. My computer presents me with a window of opportunity to the outside world. Through my monitor I peer into people's lives and try to outwit them at every turn. I am not much different than most people, except I have a hidden grievance within, a bitterness unparelled to anything anyone else could possibly imagine.
My background stems from history's own lessons. My father struggled through in life, and was looked upon as second class. A proud man yet suffered the racial taunts of others, and felt persecuted based on his ethnic background. My slender frame I guess has always made me a little insecure within myself, and at school I could say, I wasn't exactly the popular kid on the block. So what if I am not good looking or the type of guy most girls go for. I am an intellectual, individual and well, some would say a bit of a nerd.
As I have grown older I have learnt more about life in general, and the internet provided me with an escapism away from the unhappiness in my real life. I don't go out much and I don't have many friends. I love my family and it is important to me to succeed in life and contribute to my family's business. I am not that unusual. I have the pet dog, CD collection and also various other interests.
I do however lack qualities other guys have and it is this that drives me to the point of anger. I have always hated the blue eyed blonde guy with the flashy car. I wanted to be part of the popular group but was never accepted. But like most things in life, there comes a time when every man has his day. My time has come, and for the past few years, I have shut myself off from reality and ventured into cyber space to boost my deflated ego.
Here I have gathered information and built myself a personality. I have become someone I only wish I could be. There is an audience. A gathering flock who can watch me perform. I can divulge secrets and create a smeer. I can tap into people's feelings, withdraw their true personalities, then strike them down with quick precise comments. They supply me with more ammunition. I get deep into their heart, and their passion prevails. Each and everday they return to somehow find a way to dent my own esteem. It is unbreakable unless you hit the right buttons at the right time. I am not elite. I have feelings too. It is just I don't expose mine. That I fear, because the underlining truth is my life is worthless, unhappy and sheltered within a room. Here I can create my own world of happiness.
The adrenalin rush I get out of cracking a witty comment and viewing appraisal feeds my desire to continue. But in this world of my own their are those on a similar wave length. They can see through me, as I can see through them. When they push me into a corner, and hit the right button, I am already a step ahead. I choose not to reply to their comments. When they are right, it is better to avoid, rather than place myself on the chopping block. Move on quickly, and change the onus onto someone else. Not only does this keep me in good steed with my own alter ego, it also frustrates them and I succeed in aggrivating them once more.
I am passionate about many things in life, and for me I do have a certain racial prejudice towards various people, but I am only human. The fact remains, each and every person is racist to some degree. It is just some are seen as more racist through the people they chose to dislike.
If you hate a jew, you are a Nazi. If you hate a nigger, you are a redneck or KKK fan. If you hate a muslim, then you are anti-terrorist. If you hate an American, then you are jealous. If you hate me, then I win.
It is not about who you are, what you are or what you have. It is about how you present yourself, what you tell about yourself and what it is you are here to achieve.
Do you want to be liked? Do you want to be popular? Do you want to be known? You can be popular if you are hated. You can also be liked if you are hated.
There is always one girl who likes the rebellious loner. What stands out in a paddock of sheep is the black one. I would prefer it if all the other sheep were black, and I stood out as the white one, but we can't always have what we want. When you create something that becomes popular, it gathers momentum and others want to be like you. Sometimes it is good to be different. Sometimes others learn from one's disappointments or failings.
There is never a right way in life. We all make wrong turns that lead us to places we are foreign too. The choice is yours and if you chose to be entertained, insulted or laughed upon, then allow the freedom for someone different to have their own self-relying interests and fun online.
Do you dare to be different or do you wish to follow the conforming fucking sheep of this world and act accordingly?
I would prefer to walk the line of indifference, rather than the line of self righteous fucking do gooding cunts!
My background stems from history's own lessons. My father struggled through in life, and was looked upon as second class. A proud man yet suffered the racial taunts of others, and felt persecuted based on his ethnic background. My slender frame I guess has always made me a little insecure within myself, and at school I could say, I wasn't exactly the popular kid on the block. So what if I am not good looking or the type of guy most girls go for. I am an intellectual, individual and well, some would say a bit of a nerd.
As I have grown older I have learnt more about life in general, and the internet provided me with an escapism away from the unhappiness in my real life. I don't go out much and I don't have many friends. I love my family and it is important to me to succeed in life and contribute to my family's business. I am not that unusual. I have the pet dog, CD collection and also various other interests.
I do however lack qualities other guys have and it is this that drives me to the point of anger. I have always hated the blue eyed blonde guy with the flashy car. I wanted to be part of the popular group but was never accepted. But like most things in life, there comes a time when every man has his day. My time has come, and for the past few years, I have shut myself off from reality and ventured into cyber space to boost my deflated ego.
Here I have gathered information and built myself a personality. I have become someone I only wish I could be. There is an audience. A gathering flock who can watch me perform. I can divulge secrets and create a smeer. I can tap into people's feelings, withdraw their true personalities, then strike them down with quick precise comments. They supply me with more ammunition. I get deep into their heart, and their passion prevails. Each and everday they return to somehow find a way to dent my own esteem. It is unbreakable unless you hit the right buttons at the right time. I am not elite. I have feelings too. It is just I don't expose mine. That I fear, because the underlining truth is my life is worthless, unhappy and sheltered within a room. Here I can create my own world of happiness.
The adrenalin rush I get out of cracking a witty comment and viewing appraisal feeds my desire to continue. But in this world of my own their are those on a similar wave length. They can see through me, as I can see through them. When they push me into a corner, and hit the right button, I am already a step ahead. I choose not to reply to their comments. When they are right, it is better to avoid, rather than place myself on the chopping block. Move on quickly, and change the onus onto someone else. Not only does this keep me in good steed with my own alter ego, it also frustrates them and I succeed in aggrivating them once more.
I am passionate about many things in life, and for me I do have a certain racial prejudice towards various people, but I am only human. The fact remains, each and every person is racist to some degree. It is just some are seen as more racist through the people they chose to dislike.
If you hate a jew, you are a Nazi. If you hate a nigger, you are a redneck or KKK fan. If you hate a muslim, then you are anti-terrorist. If you hate an American, then you are jealous. If you hate me, then I win.
It is not about who you are, what you are or what you have. It is about how you present yourself, what you tell about yourself and what it is you are here to achieve.
Do you want to be liked? Do you want to be popular? Do you want to be known? You can be popular if you are hated. You can also be liked if you are hated.
There is always one girl who likes the rebellious loner. What stands out in a paddock of sheep is the black one. I would prefer it if all the other sheep were black, and I stood out as the white one, but we can't always have what we want. When you create something that becomes popular, it gathers momentum and others want to be like you. Sometimes it is good to be different. Sometimes others learn from one's disappointments or failings.
There is never a right way in life. We all make wrong turns that lead us to places we are foreign too. The choice is yours and if you chose to be entertained, insulted or laughed upon, then allow the freedom for someone different to have their own self-relying interests and fun online.
Do you dare to be different or do you wish to follow the conforming fucking sheep of this world and act accordingly?
I would prefer to walk the line of indifference, rather than the line of self righteous fucking do gooding cunts!
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