Take on Reality, with the UnReality


Welcome again, monitor staring devices of thoughts and flesh, I bid you a great day!

Now, I’m sure that many Americans can agree that here, we have a certain social stigma with Independence as opposed to Social Dependence! Confused? Allow me to explain. Many times have I traveled to Seattle from my humble abode in Lynnwood, WA, and felt a great presence in the city. However, the presence isn’t the people involved with the city, but rather something else… < no link there, just something. When I walk through the city, my main urge is to stay quiet, or avoid people while I walk down the street. At times, I break this urge and say hello to passing folks. Based on opinionated statistical theorem, 7/10 people will ignore me, or react negatively. The other 3/10 either look in my general direction, or say a quick “hi.” Is it so true that saying “hello” is a waste of time, even though your pace of walking will not change?

That is a tidbit of the stigma that I am talking about! As humans, because of the changing lifestyles having due to technology, mass-jobs, and personal issues, we have become prone to Social Independence. Thankless to Technological-Rape such as Facebook, Myspace, Myyearbook, and so forth, millions of users and trolls have taken to the internet to make their personal lives! But why? One of my hundreds of billions of conclusions is that it’s easier! On Chatroulette, you can sort out which of your friends will whip out their cock, or actually sit there and talk! (ooh, rhyme!)

JUST LIKE IN REAL LIFE, people will turn you down! Not only that, but you can learn much easier on the internet how they really think in real life! This is because, everything comes out on the internet! I mean, if you bitch out someone on the internet, it’s not like you’re gonna see them again, right? < This is the worst wrong EVER.

Take this recent happening on the social networking site known as “Myyearbook” < they could have really tried for another name > where there is this device known as “Chatter.” It is just another form of twitter, (get it??? CHATTER, TWITTER? ) where users can publicly share their useless moods and attributes with people who do not give a shit. Unless you’re “hot.” Me, for the record, is not a “hot guy” because I don’t have 12,000 abs and no life of my own.

Okay, allow me to make this point: Abs are muscles that show 1. personal work-out and 2. bending over frequently. What is hot about guys that do sit-ups 50,000 times to get those abs? It just seems like they’d also take it up the ass 50,000 times for a fucking medal. WOMEN: YOU JUST MAY BE CONSIDERED A MEDAL WOMAN! How many people actually know what the Trophy Wife is? Tell me in my comments section, seriously!

Where the fuck was I going with this? No where, I suppose. Shit. Back to the “Chatter” thingy. Yes, well, as you know it is public! There is no way around it, unless you simply avoid posting in the Chatter device! Almost all the posts now from people are “i’m bored, whine” or “OMGOD, RATE ME!!! 1. SEX ME, 2. LICK MY ASSHOLE, 3. DATE ME. 4. …ETC…” So any way, some girl decides she’s going to respond to one of those “rate me” questions using the ASK feature with a vulgar and disgusting reply of slicing him open, and spreading his organs around her room. Sexy, I know. Well I thought it was pretty awesome, so I commented as such. Then after some time, she mentioned she could have done better than her original post. So I responded with something HORRIFYING. In reply, she asked how I became involved in her life and chatter messages. DUH, IT’S PUBLIC!


Now, like I was saying about the Social Independence and Social Dependence argument. How can someone claim to be Socially Independent, when they post something on Twitter, or Chatter so that people can respond? It’s because they’re claiming to be something they’re not!

blah! this post is terrible! I am going to post it any way. Ciao!

  1. I know what a trophy wife is — I think she’s a brainless idiot who is there for display (with her appropriate bits covered). She’s your commodity to flaunt, to stare and ogle. So what’s my grade professor?

  2. I won’t give a public grade, just in case there are others who want to share!

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