He dos that because people do praise him and pat his ass for even the littlest shit like passing a basic math course or starting a new novel. Sure, not everybody in this thread does it, but he's got enough enablers popping up every time he shows up all motivated that he wouldn't dream of not coming back.
Oh, that I definitely agree with. He wants attention & asspats because he can't get them anywhere else.
My sentiments exactly. Although, I'm happy just to humor these endeavors, because they're entertaining in their own right, & there's always an impending chimpout on the horizon.
Oh, @Connor, you were so, so close to self-awareness. Lemme fix this for you.WARNING
The following, rambling post is related to Juno. Viewer discretion is advised.
So, we all know the nasty things I've said about Juno and its ending, but today, something hit me. Maybe I've been inserting my own cynicism and fears of abandonment into a movie I don't know much of. Maybe my cynicism is what's preventing me from watching the movie and seeing the brighter side of it. I was in a BI-LO today, and noticed the movie was in a bargain bin, and I was half-tempted to buy it. I actually kind of regret not doing so. I've done some more reading into the film's story and its themes, and perhaps I was wrong this whole time.
Allow me to formulate a best case scenario, with some slight exaggeration and Bibleisms. Turn down the lights, cue Wang Chung's "A Fool and his Money".
https://youtube.com/watch?v=mP6wYuoqSdQ
Let's hit the fast forward button on the VHS player of time and hit "play" at about, let's say, chapter fifteen-ish of the kid's life. To the observer, he's got it made. His adoptive mom's got a bitchin' job that rakes in the green. He's got video game consoles, HDTVs, a 7.1 stereo system, an outdoor pool, and a driver's permit for a Ferrari. He frequents a gym, keeping himself in shape and keeping a close eye on what he eats. He wears designer clothes, always keeps himself clean-shaven and wears the best cologne he can get his hands. At school, he's sought after by girls and envied by the boys who are lower on the social ladder. At nights, he goes to the parties.
Despite all of this, he feels empty. He probably inherited his birth mother's cynicism. He comes off as grumpy, self-centered, and a bit of a slacker. Vanessa loves him, but is plagued by the fear she's failed him as a mother because of his attitude and her frequent absences in his childhood. His friends are beginning to think he's a dick. The girl's see him as a spoiled, sexist pig. Soon, the kid realizes that it's not the circumstances of his upbringing and surroundings that made him so pessimistic and Scrooge-like.
It was him all along.
From that point on, he breaks free. He comes out of his shell, and actually starts accepting people for who and what they are rather than looking down on them.
what Connor should've said:WARNING
The following, rambling post will hurt Connor's fragile feelings. Viewer discretion is advised.
So, we all know the nasty things I've said about you guys, but today, something hit me. Maybe I've been projecting my own cynicism and negativity on people who simply want to help. Maybe my stubbornness is what's preventing me from taking advice and realizing my flaws. I was on Kiwi Farms today, and noticed people were quick to congratulate me on passing math, but also critiqued my inability to focus on one task at a time, and I reacted defensively. I actually kind of regret doing so. I've done some more reading into the thread's arguments, and perhaps I was wrong this whole time.
Allow me to formulate a best case scenario, with some slight exaggeration and Bibleisms. Turn down the lights, cue Neil Cicierega's "BrodyQuest".
https://youtube.com/watch?v=ygI-2F8ApUM
Let's hit the fast forward button on the VHS player of time and hit "play" at about, let's say, chapter twenty-ish of the kid's life. To the observer, he's got it made. His parents simply want the best for him. He's got video game consoles, a computer, no responsibilities, and few obligations. He takes one class at a time, and is free to sleep until noon. He eats when he wants, sleeps when he wants, jacks off when he wants, all without consequence. At school, he spends a grand total of two hours a week in class. Online, he has a thread dedicated to him, and it is full of observers that give him the attention he desires.
Despite all of this, he feels empty. He comes off as grumpy, self-centered, and a bit of a slacker. His parents love him, but are plagued by the fear they've failed him because of his attitude, laziness, and suicide attempts. His friends are few and far between. The girls on the forum see him as a spoiled, sexist pig. Eventually, the forumers hope, the kid will realize that it's not the circumstances of his upbringing and surroundings that make him so pessimistic and Scrooge-like.
It was him all along.
From that point on, he breaks free. He comes out of his shell, and actually starts accepting people's advice---which he realizes is rather useful---rather than insulting them, demeaning them, and thinking they are out to torment him.
I would only ever street race in a movie.
It would depend on who the character is. I am but an actress, I wear a mask for the fans' entertainment.
Welcome back, Miss Ringwald! I'm so looking forward to seeing you in Jem and the Holograms. My nostalgia goggles are firmly in place.
You know what other cool quality it has? Totally isn't worth sperging over. How about that? Isn't that neat?
it would be interesting to look at it
