Earlier today, I wrote a journal.
You didn't see it, not because I deleted it or whathaveyou, but because subconciously, I stopped myself from posting it. It was really just more of the same ol' bitchfest that you see here. But at some point, I forgot what I was doing, opened a few other tabs (porn, naturally), had a fun time with that...and closed the whole window, including the unsaved draft of my original journal.
I think I did it on purpose without realizing it.
See, I have a basic understanding now of why no one ever comments here.
All I do is hate and rage. And probably not very well at that, either. Could even be called passive-aggressive in a way, but man...I really do just complain.
Part of me feels that *someone* has to. Someone has to say the things we want to say because no one else is willing to. But another part realizes I don't really HAVE to. No one is forcing me to spit these vile things out, but I do it because I love writing. Because I love writing, it has an outlet that's tailor made for finding an audience, however unwilling and unresponsive.
It also could do with the fact that I'm not much more than a writer anyhow. I post journals, but not stories (not enough time) nor art (not even close to the amount of skill). On this website, that's what gets the attention and the watchers. That's what get the responses and well...I should really know better than to expect it. I should know better than to get my hopes crushed because you all have better things to do. Pawing off, for one, and I really can't blame you. Not a lot of material here on my little chunk of the site.
So what's a wolf to do?
Either post more real art or just plain shut up. One takes skill, the other takes restraint and since I know restraint, that's just what I'm going to do for now.
I really just don't have much more to say and c'mon. I don't hate you if you don't want to respond.
So not a goodbye, not a seeyalater, not even a ciao.
Just me being quiet for a good long while. I'll comment on art and whathaveyou, maybe even the occasional journal, but I think it's high time I accepted that I was better off being an anonymous furry than trying to be popular. I'll be happier and won't take it so hard. You won't have to deal with silly problems or nonsensical, emotionally-biased rants on things that everyone either knows already or just isn't okay with talking about.
Quoth the turret. "I don't blame you."
7 years, 7 months ago
20 Sep 2011 13:01 CEST