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03/03/09(Tue)12:08:01 No.3346319There's
a reason why a loser has shit all over the walls of their
room/office/apartment; it's our creepy womb where we hunker down and
recharge after a busy day feeling horrible while out in public.
Before
your loser transformation is complete, you invite other people into
your womb of failure, but it's too much. You silently obsess over
whether or not they're judging you for the miniatures and posters you
have up, the piles of roleplaying books, the t-shirt that is slowly
creeping up your hairy back as you lean forward to grab the remote of
pet your cat. It's too much to deal with, so you eventually stop
letting people in altogether. You don't go out to see them at their
place or at public gathering spot, because then you'd be sure they were
judging you against your surrounding and finding it humorous just how
pathetic you are in comparison, and so you stay in alone. Eventually
they stop calling, emailing IMing...
Then it's just you and your
posters and books and movies and music. Alone with no one to judge...
except the neighbors, whom you're sure hate you and make jokes about
you, but that's not too hard to live with, as long as you have your
dank, curry-stained hideaway. |