Inspired by this thread, my contempt for LiveJournal and the LiveJournal “community” has reached a boiling point.
Why do you people feel the compulsive need to share every single meaningless, trivial detail about your average, inconsequential lives? What traumatic childhood events have scarred you so badly that your sense of self-worth now hinges on your ability to give the world hourly updates on your cat’s irregular bowel movements?
I am stunned by the narcissism and arrogance of this army of self-worshping ignoramuses who using humanity’s greatest achievement in communications to spread tripe like this:
5:03 PM - Got my tax refund today. I thought it would be $630.24, but the check is only for $625.85.
Mood: Angry :mad:
5:27 PM - Never mind, I read the numbers wrong.
Music: John Denver
5:42 PM - Maybe I need new glasses? I think I’ll schedule an appointment tomorrow. It’s probably too late now.
6:22 PM - LiveJournal was down for 20 minutes. I was going to write about this funny commercial I saw on TV, but now I can’t remember what it was.
6:40 PM - Anyone know a good hemmorrhoid cream?
What massive misfiring of neurons has led you people to believe that anyone actually cares about half the shit you write?
You say you want a community? You’ve got one already - it’s right outside your fucking window. Pick up the phone and call your neighbors, go outside and meet people, go to a concert with your brother or sister, have dinner with your friends. Just don’t sit in front of your computer screen, spewing irrelevant garbage about your sad, little lives. Save your stories and problems for people who actually give a shit about you.
Oh and for those of you who claim LiveJournal is therapeutic? Fuck you. Write a poem, paint a picture, go up to the roof and shout as loud as you can. Channel your anger and frustration into creative power, don’t be an idiot and document it so you can go back to it someday and feel depressed about shit that has long since ceased to be important.
What if someone had given Van Gogh a LiveJournal? Maybe then instead of Starry Night and Irises, the world would have something like:
4:32 PM - She doesn’t love me. Goddamn bitch. Everyone in the world is conspiring against me. I’ll show her how wrong she is. Where’s the knife?
Mood: Angry :mad:
Bah, delete your LiveJournal I say. And throw your webcam in the trash while you’re at it.