Look back, X, and read your posts of this evening. They are split -- some are banter but some are extremely bitter and very disturbed.
And: There is something pathetic about the amount of time you, Dithers and CH spend insisting you never think about SI except when you're here. Like, so what, X? What is the meta-subject of those conversations, even? That some others spend more time here than you and CH do? If there is conceivably someone who does that, so what? If it's "realer" to them, so what? What is the subject of that repetitive conversation, except that you are cooler than they are, I guess. Is that it? Do you and CH really and truly think that you are different in this regard than anyone else? That your 3D lives are real and those of others aren't? That's plain and simple solipsism. Here are truisms that you offer as though it's a distinction of yours to have noticed them: I enjoy it- SI is seriously there for me
but it's like a book
most of the "people" here are just characters, they are not seriously there
if they disappear, it isn't very important to the overall storyline
A very few might become real, but they really need to leave the pages of SI to do that for me
Yes, that's SI. It's an interactive book in installments For those who hadn't noticed. It is just too pitiful to have to almost boast that you actually have a life. WE BELIEVE YOU! WE KNOW IT'S TRUE BECAUSE WE HAVE THEM TOO! OTHERS EXIST!
I'm not sure what set you off today, X, but you were on an X-tear, though a more-than-averagely weird one; and I think (there I go again!) that your manifest hatred of Laz, your smug glee at his making a peace overture, if an awkward one, so you could get off on throwing your hatred in his face, plus a discussion of some issues that seem to have rattled you (btw, I couldn't believe after reading your casual position on net porn access by children that your own children are continuously supervised at the computer) all triggered some... peculiar state.
I personally think you should be ashamed of yourself for today's nasty, bizarro performance, and turn over an entirely new leaf, but then you never have regrets, as I recall, so I dare say your future here will be much as your past has been. Oh well. Enjoy. Your dinner certainly sounded delicious. |
