I think I'm better than a lot of people. Call me what you will. But in doing so, realise (that's how non-american english spells it) that you're proving me right - you expose your ignorance, and you look like a fool. Even if I look like a fool too - it doesn't matter, because you're proving me right.
And don't start an argument you don't want to fight.
Haha... next I'll write a poem because I feel sorry for poor Ghosba sensei, and I want to give him/her/it something to tear apart to feel better about the way people (myself included) have been ripping apart his/her wack poetry.
(Hmmm...I once started a fight at school just to watch someone blow up, although I never got involved. The girl flew into a fit and started screaming like a 2 year old, while I laughed from a distance. You can call it cowardice. I call it pleasureable. Human beings are so easily offended - stupid creatures.)
In a world where this whole PC ethic rules, people just can't hear the truth about themselves. They get so offended if you call a spade a spade and not a manual tool for digging or whatever. I LIKE people who tell me to shut up when I need to, or tell me my work is shit - coz it all helps me to grow and evaluate what's important in life. Sometimes I feel like this site is so sterile, and so devoid of genuine opinion, because everyone's afraid of offending anyone or making it personal. Fuck that. It isn't healthy. Just because someone gives you their honest opinion doesn't mean that you should hold it against them. By all means, fight back and make your case, but realise that in the longterm -none of it matters. It's all just an exercise in debate.
And your enemies will often tell you things about yourself that your friends dare not. Things like - "here's some constructive criticism: don't ever write another poem again."
So bring on the critics!
Okay..... so here's my poem for Ghosba sensei:
You get so worked up
(notice the rhyme?)
Over little things
I do this to watch you suffer
A little light entertainment after supper
(haha - genius!)
I take your lives
Your meaningless lives
And strike a match.
You fight so passionately for your banal existence
For your little world
And your little things.
You fight as if they would mean something in a hundred years
They don't even mean a thing now.
(Ah! That piece of crap poetry should make him/her feel better. Although, I think it's better than his/her own. Woops!). Does it sound like e.e. cummings wrote it? Hahahaha -fuck no! How can anyone be idiot enough to think that a lack of meter etc makes their work comparable to the work of a great poet (well, at least a poet I like)?
I shall now label this rant so that Ghosba sensei definitely reads it. And now, that I've vented a little (another reason people label things rants), I can go back to being cool with Ghosba sensei, or not.
I will sign this rant: "I am the queen of the universe."
You can decide if I'm serious or I'm joking.