JustSomeFella
kiwifarms.net
- Joined
- Jun 19, 2014
This feels like the emotional climax of this thread. Perfectly done He needs to hear this.You know what? Connor has consistently refused to listen to our words of encouragement, our assurances that the obstacles in his life can be overcome, that his goals can be within his reach should he choose to grab them. But nothing ever works. He comes back for more buttpats and leaves when somebody gets to critical of him or sees through his obvious facade.
So my advice to Connor is this: give up.
Just give up. You're never going to write those novels. You're never going to finish anything. You want all the attention of talking about being a writer but you can't be fucked to put in the work towards it. Stop fooling yourself, and everybody else. Admit that you will never finish a book, let alone a short story. Admit that all you'll ever be is a sad, selfish lump fapping to bellybuttons and Molly Ringwald. Admit that you're a hopeless sperg who reads way too much into otherwise straightforward things because people just being happy is inconceivable to you, probably because you don't actually know how to love anybody but yourself.
We keep telling you the things that would be more suited towards your interests; writing movie reviews, working in film, maybe writing comics. But every single time you ignore them so you can fall back into the cycle of self-pity and attention whoring.
But we're tired, Connor. We got other shit to do, even if you don't. So give up. Maybe you can write those books when you grow the fuck up, but that's not likely to happen. You have no talent. You are not as smart as you think you are. Your story ideas are boring and derivative. There is nothing unique you contribute to the world aside from your Molly Ringwald obsession and your bizarre hatred of adoption, and those things cause you to stand out as an oddity. You will never amount to anything more than just another player in the internet freakshow.
So, Connor, you can respond to this one of two ways: you can crumple into another heap of "woe is me!" and "I'm being cyberbullied!" or you can nut up and prove everything I said wrong. I would love you to prove me wrong. I'd be fucking delighted. Even if it were done only out of spite to me, shit, at least you would be making something. At least you'd have some motivation.
But you probably won't. It'd probably take something like a near-death experience to rattle you enough to actually change your shitty attitude. That's how entrenched you are. That is how pathetic your life is at the very moment.
Your life only sucks because you have allowed it to suck this bad. So, what are you gonna do about it?
