I've run out of things to criticise. I honestly have. I'm usually known as the quiet one who has a problem with everything, but it I may have finally come at peace with all of the things I despise. Everything a wise man can safely criticise is limited to human stupidity and generally things that can be improved (the latter is commonly known as the 'constructive criticism' very few people understand or give a shit about). I realised I've grown indifferent to others' stupidity, or at least indifferent enough not to blog or rant about it on a regular basis.
I've decided to make this blog more about myself and less about other people or their wrongdoings. I rarely share any relevant things about my wicked mischievous self (i.e. more than the fact that I love cats and my appreciation of dark humour), so as long as I feel comfortable doing it here, why the hell not. I'm not going to describe a regular day of my life in a pedantic or excessively poetical language, but simply insist more on introspection rather than satire. I have feelings, you know. And a lot of crazy shit going on worth telling.
Who am I, to begin with? Someone different than what I appear to others. Everyone hides things as a precautionary measure or to protect themselves from scrutiny, and everyone behaves differently depending on the people they're with. However, I might be wearing more masks than the average person. I'm (too) nice, boring and have a bit of a bad temper, especially when things don't work my way. I've been the target of karma and unusual coincidences for a long time, up to the point where nothing in this world could surprise me right now, whether it's Peeves the Poltergeist or falling madly in love with someone who subsequently proved to be my long-lost cousin. I really don't believe in supernatural stuff, though - just in a certain order of things, and a small world of course (not to be confused with 'universe').
You're about to realise that I'm also unbearably stubborn and cynical, despite being very easy to get along with. However, I'm not particularly easy to connect with - I once gave someone the impression we were very good friends simply because we hung out and I was patiently putting up with her bullshit. I didn't feel sorry for her, as she had a very selfish/limited understanding of friendship and displayed a frightening intelligence deficit. Made my life a living hell for a whole year.
People love talking about themselves and I could go on for ages; however, I'm getting too bored for that at the moment so I'm going to stop here. I'm also very sleepy because I'm a night owl with mild sociopathic tendencies, and it's getting quite late even according to my standards.
Or maybe I'm mental in the proper sense. Who knows...
My alter ego
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