They say that with time comes maturity.
Not very long ago, I used to get into these rousing Internet fights. I know, I know, I was a Macho Internet Guy. It would usually be someone attacking an idea I liked or someone attacking someone who liked an idea I liked and there I would go again--sound and fury would abound. And these would be long drawn out affairs, ending only when one party got tired of coming up with creative ideas to get intimate with the other party's mother.
Nowadays, when I see something that would have irked me no end in the past and started a prolonged flame war, I cluck to myself gently and move on.
They say that with time comes maturity.
Fuck that.
Just because you are older does not mean that the milk of human kindness is suddenly sloshing around inside of you; I am still the cunt I was.
Just because you are older does not mean that the number of other cunts that crawl the planet has dwindled in number. So what gives? Why this inner peace?
They say with time comes maturity. This is not true. That is not why you stop. You stop because with time comes the realization that you have less time.
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3 comments:
Oh, I don't know. I rather enjoyed your "rousing Internet fights". (Or at least the ones I witnessed. Or…the ones I thought I witnessed.)
(Though I agree; life is too short to engage with stupidity.)
Where have you been??? I've missed you.
Sougata,
I've been on Twitter, mostly. It appears I function better when my soapbox-space is limited to 140 characters. I would've asked you to hop on to that bandwagon too, but I suspect it will seriously try your patience.
I'm glad you're writing again. I've missed you too.
How are you?
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