I often laugh at how seriously bloggers take themselves. All of the hours wasted on introspective contemplating of the self and why they are the way they are, whose fault it is that they are utter failures (unless they are successful, but then they wouldn't be introspecting, because it's only cool to do so when you suck), how they can better themselves (which requires action, of which most seem incapable, unless by action I mean introspecting and then writing about it on line), and then writing about it so as to illustrate to the world how deep they really are. Then they draw us (the interfolks) a picture to show us how, due to the fault of some long past other, they have been stagnating, forced to be introspective and contemplative.
Oh, but if they only realized that NOT ONE OF US IS REALLY IMPORTANT IN THE GRAND SCHEME OF THINGS. Least of all the attention seekers who fill the world with their eternally maudlin views of themselves. Hey, at least they're entertaining as hell to ridicule.
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Closet self loathers plain and simple. The true test of their grit is time. With no changes, they are a product of self Munchausen syndrome by proxy. Their infantile helplessness or powerlessness is how I reach that conclusion. They could change, but then what would they have to blog about?
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