Can't believe I just got into an argument with my parents about Bieber. Father told me Bieber had Bell's Palsy. I said, "No, that's not right." Couldn't remember the name of what he had so I searched it. Results came up Ramsay Hunt Syndrome. Okay. Then my father said he got the information from the same place I did. I was like, "What? How is that possible? You just told me he had Bell's Palsy." Then the argument ensued. Finally told them that if they want to remain in their comfortable ignorance and receive comfortable lies and half-truths from the television then… I'm not going to write what I said to them after that. Basically called my parents dumb and blind in a not so nice way. FFS. This is getting to me. I need to stop and breathe.
>it is more important to build
>than to break & be right
Absolutely. I need to do some serious self-reflecting. Been writing on here about lately things I hate, "I hate when" type posts. I should be banishing that emotion from my mind. I just feel like a string that's about to snap lately. I don't know why, and that bothers me when I don't understand myself.
First arrest to shock the world? How do you introduce evidence? In a trial.
Yeah, I just got off the phone with them. Apologized. No hard feelings. The air is clear and the waters are calm; the bridge still intact. The only conclusion I can come to about my actions today is that I may be taking all this Q stuff too seriously. I believe it's real, know it's real. There are just too many coincidences to say otherwise. But perhaps I'm taking it too seriously.
> we are here to guide and explain.
And I think I may be taking it a wee bit too seriously. I view it as a duty. Perhaps I shouldn't.
Yeah. I now believe I let myself fall prey to the same problem that effects liberals: they think others think the same as them, or should. I applied that to my parents today. I mean, if I'm able to see this for what it is, surely my parents can as well. I think, anyway. My mind is scrambled. I've been doing things I don't normally do, way out of line with my character. I just… I don't know. I better stop. I'm starting to sound like Freddy pining about his girlfriend. Sorry, anons. Didn't mean to air dirty laundry on this board.
We're supposed to be the ones guiding and explaining yet I'm the one that needed the guidance tonight. I love all you dirty buggers! Thank you so very much.
You do? Well then, you know what that means.
Nah, it means my favorite pepe to post is under your skin.
Of all the things I've seen here since Jan. 2018, the one that surprised me the most is the friendly banter between anons. Anons helped and encouraged, a little ball busting, but they never attacked one another, belittled one another. Anons do know. But then again, calling someone a faggot on 8kun is kind of a term of endearment, so…
Who said I was religious?
They get such a hard-on for smokingpepe2.jpg
They see red and target.
Would y'all believe I'm 48, on permanent disability and only receive $642 per month and have been sleeping on my parent's couch for the past 14 years? Partly why I view this as a duty I think. Now, before you reply to me, ask you why I'm giving you this seemingly free ammunition…
Yeah I do the majority of house chores inside and out due to their age and conditions they're dealing with, but I don't ever expect them to pay me for anything I do here.
Absolute Retards call me Willow
Anons call me Anon or Cardigan
Get your shit straight, son.
Money has never meant anything to me anyway. Never got credit at any point in my life so I somewhat avoided that Rothschild trap. Learning was always more important to me than money. I do pay r&b, it's not like I'm living here for free. 1/3 of my fixed income goes to that. Yeah, I'm what y'all would call a loser irl. That's why I view this as a duty. It's the only damn thing I can do!
Okay, I've officially turned into an analogue of Freddy talking about his "girlfriend." Last post for while. Taking time to heal.
Okay, I came back because I had to respond to this. Do you think they never leave the house? That they don't enjoy a social life? Fuck outta here with your suspicions.
I'm half tempted to doxx myself with name, address, and phone number, and let the shit storm begin.
Replies say otherwise, but thanks and have a nice day.
You brought a smile to my face, anon. Thank you. I needed that. Last last post for a while this time. I promise. You get a break from me, shills. No scary smokingpepes to get under their skin and haunt the thoughts of the shills for a few days at least. We're in the endgame, anons. It's coming. And to the honest anons that don't like me: I don't care and return the sentiment.