Is “Terr” an abbreviation for a longer username? I’m not seeing “Terr” alone in a search.
Terr is correct. I find it.
Different poster. He joined and has been posting since 2013. There are actually 12 other unbanned posters with “truthseeker” in their names.
I got called a troll inside of my first month posting here! Looking back at the thread for the first time since then, I notice that it was by Morgenstern, a proud and admitted troll.
It’s funny how many “truthseekers” seem much more intent on spreading rather than seeking. Since they get that part of their username wrong it sorta makes sense they’d screw up the other part too.
Terr.
In the search window, the name was so close to invisible in my color scheme I didn’t even see it the first time.
Wow, talk about more than a few butthurt posters there. Your only error was being thin-skinned and asking the mods to close the thread. I assume your skin has thickened a bit since then. 
Yeah, that happens. Just type the user’s name in the box and hit Search Now. If you’ve typed it in correctly, and the user exists, you’ll get a result.
Yeah, I was still getting my feel for the place. (I still feel no urge to join in on the threads pitting individuals, though.)
Must have been a great sale.
I was pitted and called a troll by Diogenes the Cynic within my first month here because I talk openly about personal stuff and some people found my life story farfetched. It was pretty upsetting to me at the time (ten years ago) but I was a really new poster, and now that I’ve been here many years, I can see why it would look odd. I was a lot more mentally unstable then, which didn’t help. The truth is I’m just an unusually open person, I really just don’t see the point of that sort of walls-up ‘‘that’s a private matter’’ song and dance bullshit people do, and I forget that other people are not that way. I know it makes some people uncomfortable, and I’m kind of insecure about it, but I’ve never had anyone, ever PM me and say, ‘‘I wish you wouldn’t have said that.’’ It’s always ‘‘Thank you for saying that.’’ And I really don’t know how to be any other way. If you know you are a freak, you can either embrace it or try to be someone else, and I don’t really want to be anyone else. It’s like that saying that happiness is about choosing your own suffering, every choice comes with some pain and you have to decide what pain is worth it.
Incidentally, Dio is the only poster I ever held a grudge against, and I forgave him shortly before he was banned.
The flipside of this compulsive honesty is that I’m very gullible. I assume people are telling the truth by default, which means I’m hesitant to call anyone a troll based on their complicated life situation or apparently sincere beliefs. I know all too well how fucking weird real-life people can be, so I pretty much assume Okra and his ilk are real.
I never doubted that you were orphaned in India at the age of 2, after which you were raised by a troop of langur monkeys and a female bear. That you were rescued by Scientologist missionaries, and were declared “Clear” after 3 years of intensive therapy. Hail Xenu!
The details of my life are quite inconsequential.
My profanity based statement to this effect;
“Take the most normal, sane person you know of and scratch beneath the surface. You’ll find some seriously fucked up shit.”
athelas, the idiot troll would constantly copy-pasta/plagiarize, even for mentally low-effort/simple posts. Did it undetected for years. Ironically he would always be preaching the mental inferiority/superiority of particular racial groups.
You’re in “Attention Whore”. “Troll” is two doors down.
I’m not going to click on that… anybody? Hey, let’s get Mikey to poke it.
BTW, I’m with you on the gullible part. I take people here at face value… just because I can’t for the life of me figure out what advantage there is to creating a Trumpist Sock persona, let alone an Inspirational Paraplegic.
Very well, where do I begin?
- My father was a relentlessly self-improving boulangerie owner from Belgium with low grade narcolepsy and a penchant for buggery. My mother was a fifteen year old French prostitute named Chloe with webbed feet. My father would womanize, he would drink. He would make outrageous claims like he invented the question mark. Sometimes he would accuse chestnuts of being lazy. The sort of general malaise that only the genius possess and the insane lament. My childhood was typical. Summers in Rangoon, luge lessons. In the spring we’d make meat helmets. When I was insolent I was placed in a burlap bag and beaten with reeds- pretty standard really.*
If had to put money on it, I go with “sock” myself.