Itches to Scratch

I couldn't place a number to the amount of times I've realized that society in general is pretty much doomed.

The odd thing here is that I've had to re-recognize this understanding, not just twice, but enough times that I have to wonder if I'm not trying to trick myself into thinking I'm wrong. I label myself a pessimist for several reasons. For starters, I'm rarely disappointed when I assume nothing ever happens the way we'd like it to, because usually I'm right. Then of course, in the rare event of something going well or even better than we could have hoped, I'm even more surprised/relieved/happy than the Delusionals who expected all things to go according to plan.

Many have said my attitude toward reality is what keeps the best from happening. Perhaps they are right. Perhaps the few times I've envisioned an outcome in a positive light wherein I was inevitably disappointed by the actual outcome were simply "flukes." Perhaps I haven't given a smiley attitude enough mulligans to really get a good idea of how it could change my world.

Or perhaps realistically I'm better off being the fun-hater. Someone has to do it, right?

Before I go off thinking I have some rightful position to fill in this vast otherworldly place called the Interwebs, I will readily acknowledge that there are thousands of blogs (even columns that make real-life money!) utilized by people who think the world is a wicked place that could never squirt out an ounce of sympathy for them. Some actively seek out this sympathy and rarely find it (and when they do, they fail to realize that they never needed it in the first place). So I'm not claiming that this blog will be anything new.

What I am claiming about this page is that it will be honest. It will likely be an outlet for the rage I feel towards all people: anons, enemies, friends, family, and Delusionals I would much rather live without. This page will not open anyone's eyes to the stark reality of which I am aware, because it's easy (and often comforting) to think I'm wrong, though I'm pretty sure I'm not. This page will be a place for me to not hold back the things I want to say to people; this is where I want to escape to have those things "out there," but without offending those I consider friends-with-dissenting-opinions. And so thusly, this page will invite much cynicism, hatred, prejudice - flames, as we say on the Interwebs.

I may be a troll, but I accept the title knowing it is affixed to me by those who would rather avoid confrontation they do not foresee "winning." And no, I never consider an argument or debate one that can be "won." If an argument can be won, then frankly there is nothing to argue. Facts, after all, are facts.

That having been said, I will do my best not to post on various discussions in which I find myself dumbfounded at the fog of stupidity people seem to be surrounding themselves with. No guarantees on that one - it is a persistent issue that probably occupies a good majority of my daily rage allowance.

So, then, what comes now? I suppose nothing more than to let it be what it will be. Read on, faithful nobodies.