Rant and thanks
RANT
I've been keeping going by keeping my head down and not looking side-ways at places like this, or anywhere near where lies the object of my fatuously stupid love. This has been working for months, which have ticked by reassuring me that I will survive and that although there is no point, that there never was.
And on my bad days - those when I think about it all - I always have LIAC as part of my defence. So imagine my dismay when I find that yet again we have a post from someone happily in love. Sorry to make an example of one post, but the line must be drawn. Those of us who turn all lovey-dovey, should keep silent on the subject. Cant they work it out for themselves? If not, they might note this section (which I strongly endorse) in the LIAC FAQ:
Q2. What do you do here?
We are all bitter, jaded fuckers now and we tend to drone on, in self-absorbed ways, about how catastrophic life is. Usually offensively. It’s a better way to get these things off our combined chest, than picking up a sniper’s rifle and shooting your mother through the ...
Yeah yeah blah blah. So, the picture's fairly clear. Yes? Misery only please. I dont think that the fucking and cunting is the main thing, its the self-hatred and complete passivity in the face of parts of our psyches we can't/won't censor, because they're addictive, or whatever. Finding out the answer to that is one the point of the posts, no? Those who parade their happiness are sadists or self-delusionists.
and THANKS
To everyone else who has posted here sharing their miserable thoughts.
I've been keeping going by keeping my head down and not looking side-ways at places like this, or anywhere near where lies the object of my fatuously stupid love. This has been working for months, which have ticked by reassuring me that I will survive and that although there is no point, that there never was.
And on my bad days - those when I think about it all - I always have LIAC as part of my defence. So imagine my dismay when I find that yet again we have a post from someone happily in love. Sorry to make an example of one post, but the line must be drawn. Those of us who turn all lovey-dovey, should keep silent on the subject. Cant they work it out for themselves? If not, they might note this section (which I strongly endorse) in the LIAC FAQ:
Q2. What do you do here?
We are all bitter, jaded fuckers now and we tend to drone on, in self-absorbed ways, about how catastrophic life is. Usually offensively. It’s a better way to get these things off our combined chest, than picking up a sniper’s rifle and shooting your mother through the ...
Yeah yeah blah blah. So, the picture's fairly clear. Yes? Misery only please. I dont think that the fucking and cunting is the main thing, its the self-hatred and complete passivity in the face of parts of our psyches we can't/won't censor, because they're addictive, or whatever. Finding out the answer to that is one the point of the posts, no? Those who parade their happiness are sadists or self-delusionists.
and THANKS
To everyone else who has posted here sharing their miserable thoughts.
posted by Anonymous | 1:55 pm
He was talking about this post and he didn't sneak this reply. He commented as well.
And he was about 90% correct as far as I can see. Only missing 10% because he didn't point properly at the post in question in case crazy judgementalists came running in and associated his rant with something completely different...
I agree that nobody should be waltzing around here banging on about how much in love they are, unless they fully expect a slating - we (and I mean all of us, including you Ms. Addams) didn't carve out this cunted-over, bile-spitting niche of the web for nothing you know... We need a place to go and say "hey... So I'm not alone. Well I *am* alone, but still...".
We know love is brilliant when you have it. We're miserable cunts, not retarded.
Posts about love in here, are like sneaking into the AGM for "Starving, Ravenous Bastards Anonymous" and placing juicy apples in the middle of the meeting room in a locked, bomb-proof safe made of plate diamond.
I have a question for other "dating" related bloggers.
I've been asked why i don't post a pic on my blog. I guess this is something people do, but I don't feel too comfortable with it. To be honest...it just seems a little self-indulgent to me.
Your thoughts?
Moxie
sexandmoxie.blogspot.com
How is it self-indulgent?
And surely it's more self-indulgent to ask irrelevant questions under an unrelated post on a blog nothing to do with this?
We all understand. See, that's the point!
Believe me, I'm on here taking out aggression on folks all the sodding time. Though I think that's the right way of doing it... So that in real life, I'm actually the equivalent of a fluffy bunny (though on occasion, one with seven-inch incisors).
Best example I saw of suiciding over a broken love was in Chris Morris' show Jam, where the protagonist goes to his ex-lover's house, calls her to the top-floor window, shouts "I'm coming home" and throws himself into a woodchipper aimed at her face.
BRILLIANT.
I know it's slightly morbid, but a suicide by woodchipper is the kind of thing that makes me laugh. Hard.
all i can add is thanks for LIAC. i come here a lot to not feel alone in my pissed off and hurt mood, and it is also nice that yes, somebody can be in love, as that is what i want. i do not think i would be as hurt if i didn't want the connection so bad.
Here here.
Just read the post Cell Mate.
Tree, that website was pure brilliance. My favourite:
First you need to get some piano wire. Then get a length of rope longer than the piano wire. Next tie the piano wire around your head. Make sure that it is secure and over your neck so the only bones in the way are those of your spine, and not your collarbone. Next tie the rope around your ankles ... once again make sure to use a good solid knot.
Now hopefully you have set yourself up at the top of a tall building. You tie both the rope and the piano wire to the building. Also hopefully you have made sure to have more than 50 feet of piano wire-probably 75 feet of rope and probably 150 feet of building. Now you have to hope no one interrupts you during the next part. You now Super Glue your hands to your head. Wait for the Super Glue to dry.
Now jump.
Now if you've done everything correctly you should be hanging face down holding your own decapitated head ....
Great minds do think alike. That was my favorite method as well.
I'm loving it! Tales of absolute fucktardery only, please.
Listen up. Some of us are in love. I am. So what? But one thing I know is that even though I am in love, its still a total cunt. Love is a cunt whether you're in it or out of it. And if you don't agree then you should think about renaming this site 'Love is a cunt only if you haven't got it'.
No, anon, I think I speak for all of us when I say that those that acknowledge that LIAC exists whether or not you're in L, are very much welcome here.
I think the original RANT was directed at those in love and are blinded to its cuntishness. Whilst the situation and sentiments you've displayed warrant the THANKS.