staying up late. playing games. talking too much like a cold arrogant prick on the internet and talking with my fists and grunting like a frustrated gorrilla in real life.
i know to apologize in both scenarios but it literally falls on deaf ears in real life and figuratively falls on deaf ears on the internet.
the first scenario is because i blast my music too much. the second is because on the internet, people can read. they just dont have the luxury of caring. too many fakes, too many mistakes..
do i pretend to be a tad worse than i am so you'll all fear/like/get angry at/cry for me more than i deserve? yes.
i like using half-truths, classic hyperbole, and metaphors to make this happen. i make blunders the same as the rest of you.
i dont like being the smartest person in the real world. nor do i enjoy being the dumbest or average or hipster or "badass". anyone who uses that term in my experience has come across as so retarded and overconfident it ought to be "ass-bad".
though i suppose i can see why one would avoid the term "cool kid" to describe the motorcycle-riding man in black who acts like he's invincible and shit while blowing stuff up...
sounds kinda sarcastic if put into improper context.. i dont like being the subject of jokes.
i may be stupid and mostly useless but i was never stupid enough that my paranoia didnt catch when i was being poked fun at against my will.
i mean in hindsight there was this one time someone made an undertale pun about me... but that was before i played undertale. and another who made an archer pun before i read the archer wiki.
to put that into perspective making fun of me for not understanding human social interaction..
it's like making fun of one of the greatest medeival blacksmiths because he doesnt get what a naginata is. it's not that he couldnt theoretically make it work..
it's that he never saw a functioning example before because the east and west didnt interact yet.
he's unaware you're referring to a polearm, much less which sort of polearm...
i never saw anyone else in the act of succeeding on a regular basis at doing anything i wanted to do before.. other than being a class clown and being good at games..
neither of these things are life skills. just hobbies.
all my friends have always been ex-rivals i had heated battles with.. just like in pokemon.. no, not so severe as that asshole dorkly portrays human battles with sonic in pokemon world..
just things like simpsons dodgeball bombardment, or using a plastic-bladed hockey stick as a scythe to trip people with..
calling guys girly like bass did to zero's blueprints followed by etching the word "poop" into a geography pinmap using its own pin and eating raw pinto beans and farting in class so loud it blew out the second story windows like megaman x in storm eagle's stage to amuse them..
goddamn terrorists elementary.. where i accidentally eat my notebook after making spitballs from it then decide paper doesnt taste half bad so i eat the rest of it.
good times. shame i had to be transferred to the michael rosen school prison i keep bitching about after that. oh no this is horrible..
but i already knew everything they taught that wouldve been any use to me in the real world... other than division.
ask me to divide and instead i'll multiply algebraically backwards.