How can you simultaneously argue that not having a cell phone around with you in order to force people to be on your time is luddism, and yet disable comments on a livejournal to force people to either not respond or contact you privately?
It would seem if you do the latter, then either you are a luddite yourself or your argument for the former is invalid.
No offense. I just like to point out the logical inconsistencies in people's arguments and actions.
I wrote on my Twitter (Which is Starblade by the way) that I plan on offering free help of any sort to anybody I can reach. My number is (925) 639 3682 and it's free to call. So if you need help of any sort I will come over based upon my ability to reach you. This includes hard or dangerous work and any 18+ stuffs you might want, though bear in mind I am currently 300 lbs, though I can lose a lot of weight fast by going off my meds and engaging in bulimia through intensive exercise. I've done it before unintentionally and can do it even better intentionally.
I wish I could be honest. I can't. People won't like me for it. You've seen how they respond the moment I bring up my interests. You know I can't tell it like it is. People will criticize me. People will chastise me. People will contradict me. People will say I'm stupid or retarded, or that I'm obsessed or a stalker.
Maybe I should just bite the bullet and do what I want to do and not worry who is going to hate me for it. I mean, you've seen the little rant where I threatened to isolate someone else... maybe that should happen to me. I should just cut off all social ties, burn those bridges, and then when that's done, cut myself off from the rest of society. Including the internet.
I'm not being melodramatic here. I've tried fighting my own mind. I've failed. This is what happens when I am too weak to win.
Sorry. I failed.
Why does sleeping reset everything? I was so mad last night that my thoughts were totally... well, they were in order, despite how mad I was. Now I have to work at getting that angry AGAIN.
WTF? It looks like I still have a few backdoors to work out. But I won't fret. I will just have to be a bit more solitary, especially online, until I am on high guard again.
I'm thinking of being more careful with my words. I've done a lot of thing online that have hurt a lot of people, all because I believed that the internet was just a place to fart around. I had no idea that people had legitimate reasons to call it their home.
Sorry if I've not been as careful in the past. I just wasn't used to the internet. In fact I wasn't used to socializing. I'd always been the odd one out at school. In High School I got a reputation for being bizarre and wild. Before that, I had it pretty rough.
For someone who has a professionally diagnosed condition, though, I think I've done well for myself. I mean I've come all this way, and aside from a few persistent problems. Though I'm far from popular, I think I have enough character to make a few good friends.
Not saying that I've done well compared to others. I mean, there are people who have gone from being total prats and quickly became well known for their contributions to the community. I have done nothing of the sort, and it's far too late to start anyhow.
Trusting the community to treat me fairly is a bit problematic of course, and for obvious reasons. Maybe I don't deserve fair treatment. I know that sounds kind of silly, like a paradox of sorts, but reality is a funny thing.
You know, I learned a thing or two about reality. It never quite turns out how you expect. I don't want to go on further about that topic however, it's a digression from the point and quite frankly I've rambled on enough already. I'll leave you be, for now.