Beloved, I am not a sociopath. I am not like the other men you've met in your life.See?! Omg I fukking called it. “Sociopath or something…”. I knew it. Only certain personality types would say the things he’s saying.
I know because I’ve encountered these traits before.
Knew it.
Smdh
WORD. Dude is making himself extra visible too - sit back and wait. Speed racing himself into a straight up catastrophe. It’s always the loudest in the room doing the most who go out the worst. In due time-This place got a short memory
Dudes in here talking bout poster of the year op gonna flame out get himself banned before December
We’ve seen all this before
He has redeemed himself. The initial reception was cold. He was being a fake militant playing into coli tropes.
We've never seen anyone fight their way out the bushes and hit posting perfection. This is new territory.
It's not always bad. Before marrying my wife, she had been in multiple bad relationships with those thuggish types. She even gave up and dated a mexican and a white guy. When I met her, she was riding solo and I was the complete opposite of what she was used to. College education, career oriented, church going (at the time) and a gentlemen. I knew how to treat a lady of her caliber. She been my ride or die since day 1.
@Gloxina And so it begins.Why did I fail though? Who deemed me a failure? I do not believe in a God or Goddess therefore I do not seek their approval. Who then? Who do I aim to please? Is it myself? Perhaps. I am my biggest critic as it is. I never let myself get too high; too arrogant. I always find a way to humble myself. "Good job Coolest, you got a 75 cent raise". Yeah but look at your pitiful ass. You shouldve been much further along in life by now. That raise ain't shyt. But you need to be grateful!
fukk that, I'll be grateful when I'm living life on my own terms. Playing by my own rules.
Maybe I'm bipolar. Idk man. Idk shyt anymore. I love my fukking kids.
Oh boi@amestafu You claim I am not black. I can post proof. The thing is, are you willing to bet your account on it? I didn't think so, you imbecile.
Im actually not a new poster. I had an account on here from 2015-2019 but I lost a ban bet. Now I have returned better than before.
The bipolar unhinged ramblings of a formerly banned poster - he’s definitely not lastingIt's me again. The ramblings of a mad man they'll say. But they don't understand. Everything is a joke to them. Everything is always so funny until your world comes crashing down at 27 and you suddenly look up and 5 years have flown by and now you're 32 wondering how'd you even get here. How'd you even fall this far into the abyss of absence. The cavern of content. The marsh of mediocrity. You don't really know pain.
You think pain is merely physical? You are sadly mistaken, beloved. There is no greater pain than that of psychological pain. Mental distress. Physical pain hurts, I know. But in time, it will fade away. But the pain of the mind. The infection of thoughts will haunt you until your last breath.
Creation is life. Destruction is death. Time is the terrain between. Mental pain caused by time or should I say the lack of it. It's appaling. Time is a man made construct and yet we are ruled by it. A silent dictator, stripping away your youth, your happiness, your sanity until there's nothing left of you. The moment we draw breath, we began to die. Time is ticking. The whore sucks me dry. She is my mistress just as much as she is yours, beloved. We give our all to her but in return, what do we receive? We give but she taketh away. The bytch.
Alas what can we do? Use your time wisely they say. But I barely have any to properly prioritize or allocate. I spend my time on frivolous pursuits such as this forum. It gives me joy to express here as I have no friends. Much of my communication is done with my wife and kids. This forum provides something more. It is a gift and a curse.
OhThe world is a cold place. You can give your everything to it and it is hardly ever reciprocated. What is my purpose here? My time spent on this website? Why? Why I am here? My days are so boring and ordinary. Wake up. Clock in. Work. Clock out. Go get kids. Go home. Eat. Sleep. Repeat. There is no substance in such a routine.
This is the routine of my father and his father before him and so on and so forth. The man who conspired to conceive me and then leave me. Is it his fault that I am lost in this gigantic world? What of the things he never taught me? I grew up alone. No siblings. Just myself and my imagination; left to ponder the secrets of the world alone.
I find myself here on this website daily. I like the communication with like minded individuals. Sports, music, life experiences. But I find that tales of my life experiences are not welcomed here. I am called white because I wish to share the details of my daily life. I am called many things but alas, I am not called what I really am : a black man looking to find his place somewhere. Somewhere he feels he can belong. What if I was wrong about this place? What if I do not belong here? Am I not welcomed here? I can prove my african american ancestry. My skin is caramel brown. My eyes are brown. I have a drop fade. My sons look like me. My wife has my last name. I am an ordimary man looking for togetherness with my people here.