You ever have one of those moments/hours/days when you think, “Wow. Maybe I should just shut the fuck up for once”? I’ve been having those a lot lately.
You know, the urge to delete your Facebook, your Twitter, and your stupid fucking blog that no one reads. I babble on endlessly and stupidly in the online arena, and really? Not a single fucking person cares. I offer no insight, I’m not charming or witty, and I spew vitriol everywhere (which, by the way, I sense makes me quite attractive to the men out there – which is a rant for another day). What the hell am I doing?
I fear I’m becoming one of those people who you’d like to walk up to, tap them gently on the shoulder, and say, “Stop. Fucking. Talking. No one gives a shit.” I mean, Christ, I’m even annoying myself lately with my desperate need for attention, so I can’t even imagine how annoyed everyone else is with me.
Come on – you didn’t really think my misanthropy wasn’t turned inward, too. As much as I hate you, I hate me more.