News Of The Past

Two years have passed since the time I was blogging on a weekly basis. All this time I consciously haven't reread my posts. In fact, heh, I am somewhat cringing in the thought of doing this now, not because of what they are but because of whom they reached. So what happened?

Back then Internet was my outlet. A new place to find myself. In the beginning this worked fine. Facebook more than anything became a way to meet new people. Create a new social circle. Everything online was done in order for a new reality to take place; not the already established to go on as it was. In other words, my online activity started as a means to get away from real life relationships that had gone to shit. I don't think I ever perceived the web as a SOLUTION to anything. However, at the time I was willing to give it a chance. I think back before online social activity was considered something everyone casually does and it was in its early stages towards becoming the mega profit monster business it is now there were many people who thought like me. "Hm I might give this a shot. It seems like a fresh way to connect with people who might have the same interests. Who knows."

And then, two years ago, I found myself in the exact same place -only this time I wanted to escape from the online acquaintances. Unfortunately real life and online life blur and they blurred a lot in my case, since many people with whom we were all super-amazing-fucking-badasses-holy-shit-aren't-we-cool online, I got to meet in less than idyllic circumstances in real life much later. Actually, the problem -and I was very aware that this was a problem and it would lead to more problems- was my online etiquette. Virtually no experience with how facebook socializing would turn out to work made me accept friend requests of people I had no particular interest in getting to know and knew I never would. The reason I accepted was my retarded courtesy since they were friends of friends who were relevant. I suppose I should have ignored said friend requests. But then again who knows who might have been butthurt and what other drama might have developed because of facebook of all things. So, one after the other I started accepting requests from people I'd heard about from people I actually knew.

Either way, once you start accepting a persona non grata here and another one there, you soon enough find yourself faking your way with people you borderline dislike. Does this sound conceited? Does it sound arrogant? Well, fuck me sideways if I care! :D ! After all I'm the one who ended up meeting friends of friends who had me "all figured out" by my online activity. And that's the problem. Generally when you meet someone, you have the option to invest in having them know you. However, if it's not just some random person but someone who "knows" you from what second hand information they've heard about you and your ...online activity (!) then there just might be an issue with ever getting to properly know each other. There are just too many preconceptions. Of course, all this is highly personal since the people -> I <- met and the circumstances -> I <- met them in were shit. "Ho ho let me introduce you to my friends" was a major disappointment and I couldn't have reacted in any other way than *silence* once I actually did reluctantly meet the "friends of friends" and quite frankly we couldn't be more different if we tried. Hell, at some point I even got the paranoid idea we WERE trying to be as incompatible as possible. Yes, that bad.

But why was that such a big issue to me? Why didn't I just lol my way out of that social inconvenience and never think about any of it again?
Because. Oh because, because. Because aside from meeting the most incompatible fuck ups possible in a social context where we were all expected to get along, I also met them while I was in a foreign country, where I knew no one and ballsily stayed for a period of a few months for a very specific reason which is another story that had NOTHING to do with them, FUCK, I NEVER WANTED TO MEET THEM, SHIT, WHY DID I. lol. yes, oh so lol.

So let me rephrase with the timeline of this bullshitery:

1. Accepted friend requests of friends of friends online.

2. Knew we had about 0 things in common in reality and there wasn't a way to get around this other than very rare half-assed facebook comments and likes on each other's page.

3. Quite fastly found myself in a network of strangers -to me- who knew each other well.

4. Sudden -> unwanted <- attention to my online activity, including this blog.

Let me explain something here, cause I heard this too (among other faggotries) from one of the strangers/friends of friends when they made a reference to something I had written here.

So, I meet this person blah blah blah they say something about my writing here. I express mild amazement that they are aware of this blog. "Well, DUH, you had it on fb!". At the time, my facebook had been deleted for a year and this blog hadn't been updated for over a year, by the way. I still have to say that it is somewhat strange to meet someone in person and then having them reference something you wrote in a site that you hadn't previously discussed with them. It's kinda creeper status actually. Or I seriously, SERIOUSLY had underestimated facebook "networking" once again. I mean to me it still was irrelevant to hear criticism from someone I just met about something they found out about me from my (long deleted) facebook. Anyway, my reaction to this was "lol, ha ha, yeah". At the same time, the reaction in my head was "oh. You found out from facebook. Which I have long deleted to avoid creepers like you. Nice". And here's my question. Was there any way to try to reason with someone like that? Really? Like what , go like "ho ho, you have this all figured out wrong. You see, since you JUST MET me, you DON'T KNOW me. Ho, ho."
Which only proves how tremendous of a mistake it was to accept friend requests from people I normally would most definitely have not if they weren't a friend's-friend-that-I-might-some-day-meet-in-that-foreign-country-I-have-0-contacts. It must be mind blowing to them that I didn't make facebook posts even considering THEY would be reading them, since I never thought about them in the first place.

5. Deleted social networking accounts/ took a break from blogging.
6. Meeting them years after that short lived facebook "socializing", over a year fb had been deleted, just to regret ever having to do anything with them in the first place, long after it was an established fact that our paths crossing -even in the online world- was a mistake.

The bottomline is that even though I haven't been active online for years, I recently had a series of retarded encounters with brain damaged people who had certain ideas from whatever online activity I had -and they had access to- years ago. So, let this be a heads up to anyone who is considering to weed out acquaintances from their online social network: do it.


This is starting to be quite a long rant. And they really can't read and think for that long. Or do that specific multitask in general, for that matter. Because, you see, once they find out I'm blogging again, they'll flock back again. Probably to dig out another ancient post and psychoanalyze me oh so successfully.

This is directed to 5-6 people total: The shit you've been spreading like your std's have spread around. If we ever meet (again) -hopefully not-, you'll catch the full volume of this FUCK YOU.


P.S. ^.^ future posts will include positive news of this past couple of years, but since this fuckery has been quite recent, I might as well flush it out of my system like the big shit it is, first.

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Oh. And Then I Killed The Neighbour -DoSu'10*

(DoSu'10*-> check previous posts)

Two days away from the alleged meeting with that american-douchebag-I'm-doomed-to-spend-three-weeks-with, suppose we're both retarded enough to show up, I think it's time we paused and examined how things started; which the big bang that caused all these ideas of international travelling with the innumerable probabilities and possibilities that follow it, was.
Well, I guess the big bang literally was a long series of mini strokes we gave each other during all those months of communication, cause of all of the awful/retarded things we said to each other (which is considered normal and accepted, cause we're awful and retarded). After passing a certain BITCH, IMMA SLAP YOU level, it was decided we have to meet to diss each other in real life. The actual discussion of the idea of the overseas trip on his side, went something like:

♀ -MWAHAHA, I'm gonna spend an uberrad summer making a metal pilgrimage to Germany.
♂ -OH REALLY. Then I'm gonna book flights and visit Europe for the first time. AND GET ME A TICKET FOR THAT METAL THING.
♀ -FINE. You can crash at my place during the weeks prior to that, being the cheap ass you are.
♂ -FINE.
..and that was basically it.
Organising the details of getting to point A and then B and then C etc. and of accomodation were hell of course. However, with the power of metal to guide us and a certain amount of hereditary douchebaggery, nothing was impossible.
Nevertheless, a big bang requires some speciffic conditions in order to happen: huge temperatures, pressures and densities + elementary shit floating around.
The huge temperatures and pressures might have been caused by the ongoing ping pong assholeness ball that went back and forth across the Atlantic, but the collisions, annihilations and finally the synthesis, were enabled because of dark matter. And there is no other darker for the brain productivity matter than ...FACEBOOK.
Yes, yes it all began via facebook. At this point I simply know one ends up doing (and actually enjoying) the exact things he/she used to laugh at, so I won't even comment on how ~useful~ and ~culture advancing~ I think that site is (or the mere retardation of me spending time on it despite that). I will comment on something else though. According to the official statistics, Fb now has more than 400 million active users. To most people that creates an imagery of tiny, ant-sized crowds of humans seen from high above. My brain is wired in a slightly different modus though, so it processes data in other be-a-uuutiful ways. ~>
400 million people... Apart from the obvious= boring old farts who actually use it the way it is supposed to be used, almost all of the rest who are in a constant who-has-the-most-imaginary-friends-added competition and the sexual predators who are trying to network with potential victims, there's something else I wonder why no one has thought of...
400 million people... How unlikely is it for a serial killer to be among those? In fact, how unlikely is it for a bunch of serial killers to be among those? And while you're at it, add a few cannibals and necrophiliacs as well. For all you know, I might hit the jackpot and be waiting for a rapey werewolf cannibal at the airport in 2 days. Then again... for all you know I may be a serial killer with a pimp-my-torture-room basement.
That being said, I think the scenario of a serial killer waiting to pick up a cannibal is kinda awesome. In fact, the cannibal and serial killer friends of both parties should start placing bets on who survives this ASAP. Everyone kinda expects this vacation to turn into a romantic flick (apart from us who are actually looking forward to a b-movie adventure with shitty dialogues and acting), but, after all, it could also be a shitty thriller with cheesy lines and awful lighting. Or we could meet a serial killer-cannibal (we ARE going to Germany after all XD) and have to combine our ~special talents~ to face this new danger.
Personally, the only one I basically trust, especially when it comes to planning, is myself. However, I have faith in that American douchebag and believe he will live up to his word (which is flying his ass 10433km / 6483 mi / 5633 nmi away from that desert of his and getting where I will be waiting, doing my nails and yawning at the vanity of life, in order to fuck up everything, not appreciate European culture and make history -or at least press- with original acts of public misbehaviour).


There's of course the possibility of us getting taught a life lesson or discovering the meaning of life/ love and other words that need shitloads of pages to be explained, but I have faith in our douchebaggery.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EMeD_tdgQfg



Oh. And Then I Killed The Neighbour -DoSu'10* by The Schismarch is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivs 3.0 Greece License.