snort I can picture you trying.
Another sad loser over here, and pasrty by choice, partly by circustance.
In college, I was always doing stuff. Party almost every weekend (didn’t go to all, but went to my fair share,) cheap on campus movies, Hell, just five or six of us hanging out playing boardgames till 5 AM was a “night out” since it wasn’t me sitting at my desk all night.
But I graduated a year ago and got a job. Big mistake. Jobs, I have come to find out, suck. Well, ine does at least, if for no other reason than it moved me away from everyone I know to the middle of nowhere where there is nothing to do. It would take great effort for me to find something to do here, and even more effort to find someone to do it with. I’m horrible at meeting new people, so I go to work in the morinng, come home in the evening, and sit around watching TV/DVD’s/surfing/oplaying video games till it’s time to go to bed. I do talk to a couple people online, but it’s literally that…there are two people that i talk to almsot every day, and maybe one or two random other people will randomly IM me with a “crazy link!”
I didn’t mind it at first, but after almost a year of it, I hate it.
You know, we should form a “Sad Losers” club. Maybe if one person reached out to another, some friendships could start and loneliness will be hald at bay, at least for a while.
Sad Loser. I used to like hiking, fishing, camping out, etc. But now my knees are messed up, thanks to a bad accident, and I can’t walk more then twenty feet without having to sit down.
I destroyed my knees in high school; first in a skiing accident, and a year later in a car wreck. They piss me off sometimes, but I’ll be damned if I’ll let them get the better of me.
Nah, that never works. You get the big competition to see who can be the biggest loser, and next thing you know, it’s all about syncronized moaning, almond flavored cherry Kool Aid, and mass suicide.
There’s a good reason the Sad Loser meme, like the gene for hemophilia, is only marginally perpetuating. But sometimes they discover cool things, like electricity or calculus, and occasionally they write some fairish prose, with nods to Robert Lewis Stephenson and Ambrose Bierce.
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