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Then why is it you posted on CA that you felt ashamed of yourself for the way you had been posting there, shesus?
The lady doth protest too much, methinks. You want everyone to be accepting of your "real self" (and don't try to deny it because otherwise you wouldn't be spending so much time here defending it) and at the same time tell everyone else that they're not being their real selves by being turned off by it? How very hypocritical. Why don't you try the most obvious answer: we don't like it because we don't find it funny or even amusing and, in fact, find it to be in many cases repulsive. That is real. You think that is a suburban attitude? Well, I don't know about you but I've never lived in the suburbs, ever, in my entire life. Just because one doesn't have a taste for your kind of "reality" doesn't mean they are censoring themselves or not being "real."
You know what I remember from high school? Tenth grade. Not being able to get the fuck out of there fast enough to get away from the same boring, egotistical, ugly, shallow, cliquish dreck that passed for human interaction as is going on over at CA. That's MY reality, shesus. I never looked back and sorry, babe, I have no respect or even tolerance for it among adults. Some of us are just different and real at the same time. And note, I have not been back to CA even to look and I don't intend to.
And just for the record, there's only been one time at TFP in which I felt the urge to get what you might call "real" on somebody. And I did it. With full knowledge that I was breaking the rules. Maybe it's just that some of us prefer to reserve our ugly sides for when it is truly useful and expedient. But I suppose maybe in your "reality" that is a character flaw.
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Most people go through life dreading they'll have a traumatic experience. Freaks were born with their trauma. They've already passed their test in life. They're aristocrats. - Diane Arbus
PESSIMISM, n. A philosophy forced upon the convictions of the observer by the disheartening prevalence of the optimist with his scarecrow hope and his unsightly smile. - Ambrose Bierce
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