I don’t know what a mean bastard is thinking while it’s aborting a fetus, but I’d suppose this is quite close.

Dear Ego,

Hey, idiot. Take a hint - they don’t want you around. Not a fat chance they’re letting you in their world. You’ll just stay there, outside their cicle of friends looking in with pleading eyes that you be accepted in their clique. Guess what, it won’t happen. People hate you for being you - you’re different, you’re weird, you’re nerdy, you’re creepy (for their eyes), you’re a know-it-all, you’re YOU.

So bug off. Spare yourself a lot of disappointment and a few gallons of the sorry juice. Stop wasting your time trying to fit in a world that doesn’t and will never want you. Can’t you hear their barely-muffled snickers and mocking whenever your back is turned? Can’t you feel their condescending manner whenever you try (and fail miserably) to talk and fit in? Can’t you see this virtual wall they build around themselves when you join their outings? Can’t you feel their cold shoulders whenever you IM or SMS someone and they don’t reply even if you KNOW they’re talking to everybody else?

Have I made their sentiments clear? No? Fine, let me be a little more blunt: FUCK OFF. STAY AWAY. AND DON’T COME BACK. You’re unwanted. You’re unwelcome. Is that too hard to understand? It was way better when you were just another nick or user handle in the various places in the internet where you  used to meet. It was better when you’re nothing more than a random face in a sea of faces. Then you decided to spoil it all by showing them the real you. The ugly, nerdy, unloveable you. Then they started avoiding you like the plague, reaching the point where it’s as if you never existed. Sucks to be you eh?

Sadly yours until you decide to finally stop the half-assed passive suicide attempts and just kick the bucket,

your increasingly paranoid Id.

p.s. I suppose you can’t blame me can you? Next time, don’t be an idiot and go around shooting your mouth off. Your feelings do not matter in this world.

The Deep Profound Shit series: On life

/me ay suko na sa HD ko. tss. kailangan nang makahanap ng kapalit >>’

(a random line from me in IRC)

Life is a hard disk, and its many components are partitions. You have to defrag them once in a while so that stuff won’t get scattered all over. You have to check each partition regularly to assess them even if you’re not even sure you’re assessing them right. And when the time is right or the need is there, you have to delete partitions to make space for new ones.

One thing though - I’d prefer to have an EXT3 life rather than NTFS or FAT32. Fine, I’d have lesser space for stuff because of the safeguards and requirements of EXT3, but it’s more stable and it’s less prone to defragmentation. Also, EXT3 is secure - no one can access something unless you let them in through SUDO CHMOD. And EXT3’s implementation of access and permissions is simplicity, as compared to NTFS. Life should be like EXT3 - simple, secure and less prone to fragmentation.

Just don’t let anyone get the SUDO password - otherwise life as you know it will be fucked up, by someone you really trust even. I mean, come on - you only give passwords to the ones you trust right? Even if in this day and age where one SHOULDN’T give passwords out, we still give them out. Because of human frailty? Something for the next post I suppose. Anyway. Next post.

(A/N: This analogy can be extended to matters of the heart. And if you do so, that line above takes on a different meaning altogether, especially the acronym. This author, what a smart he is. HUHLOLZ)