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Aug. 24th, 2006 11:39 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
here_inmyheadApparently, Puri gets her biggest angst while she's at school and as far from the computer as possible. Then when she gets home and is back surfing, she forgets aaaaaaaaaaaaaaall about it... until next time she's offline for long periods anyway.
My greatest enemy? Other than my depression and myself? "La grande personnes", as The Little Prince put it.
The difference between elitists and idiotic fanbrats is that you deal with the latter day to day--I've experienced their company all my life and they've become easy to ignore and push out of my mind after a five second's frustration. Elitists/Extremists frustrate you too--except you don't know it. In fact, they are some of the people you look up to most: the "big people", the "professionals", the "wise ones". You don't realize they're the same as idiotic fanbrats, with bigger words and more pessimissm and pompous behavior. Before you know it, they've shredded you to pieces. You're broken. You can't create. You can't have freedom. You're tied to please them. Because you "admire" them, right?
I have too much more to say, but the bell rang for lunch. Whatever happened to when I had independence, without a care as to what anyone else thought?
My greatest enemy? Other than my depression and myself? "La grande personnes", as The Little Prince put it.
The difference between elitists and idiotic fanbrats is that you deal with the latter day to day--I've experienced their company all my life and they've become easy to ignore and push out of my mind after a five second's frustration. Elitists/Extremists frustrate you too--except you don't know it. In fact, they are some of the people you look up to most: the "big people", the "professionals", the "wise ones". You don't realize they're the same as idiotic fanbrats, with bigger words and more pessimissm and pompous behavior. Before you know it, they've shredded you to pieces. You're broken. You can't create. You can't have freedom. You're tied to please them. Because you "admire" them, right?
I have too much more to say, but the bell rang for lunch. Whatever happened to when I had independence, without a care as to what anyone else thought?
