~ Monday, September 26 ~
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The Lulz

I have no idea what I’m doing on this site yet, and I have no idea how anything works so i’m hoping this is something that actually gets seen at some point… So I’m guessing alot of people on here know about 4chan and the whole anonymous thing, I used to count myself as “one of them” whatever that means, and as the saying goes, it’s all fun and games till someone gets hurt, and it was kind of fun, you’re part of some unseen force, no matter what mood you’re in theres something for you to do, there are some more… undersirable threads, crazy porn, gore, pony threads but after a while you tune those out and just scan for what you’re after, for me was usually just a laugh you lose thread to make me laugh or a baww thread to remind you that you can feel sad and depressed and it’s not the end of the world. But there’s that niggling feeling at the back of your mind that says “there are some people here that are really messed up, you shouldn’t be here” and you ignore it, thinking there’s no harm in just hanging round, then you see something nasty, one person says something in haste about a subject and everyones in arms and trolling them, and the only aim is either to give them a break down or to get them to “an hero”, kill themselves. And sometimes, yes I did join in, a comment here, an image there, and you have a little laugh to yourself, cus it’s just that, a laugh. But last night it stuck me, a girl just dressed differently, was eccentric about a different style, her parents had passed away, and this was it, they were determined that she would be a target, to be pushed and pushed till she broke. And I thought to myself, ‘Why follow them? Why can’t I just do whatever I want?’ So I posted some comments to bolster her self confidence, pointing out she wasn’t ugly like they were trying to make out, pointing out how infantile and stupid they were being, and suddenly, I was a bad guy, I wasn’t meant to be on “their” board because I was trying to be a white knight, to save the damsel in distress in the hope I’d get something out of it other than knowing I’d helped another person…

And being on that side made me realise I didn’t want to be part of that world anymore, so here I am, on a completely new site with no idea what I’m doing, just trying to write out my thoughts. If anyone reads this, feel free to ask my anything about me or my life or whatever, and I’ll do my best to answer, if noone reads it, oh well, least I put myself out there.image

And don’t forget, a few bad apples can spoil a whole orchard of beautiful fruits.