Internet games, stress and modern life.

The other day, i was sat at a friends house, watching him log into myspace. On he goes, into his myspace page, then opens “mobsters” and “vampires” (two myspace games). So, he looks at how many times he’s been attacked overnight, and he shouts “FUCK! fucking twats!”. i turn round and say, what? has someone hacked your account? nope, just some stupid game. There’s no real money involved, he’s rich as all get out in the game, but he still complains about the fact he’s lost 1000 “blood” or “dollars” out of his several million of each.

Now, think of all these people that treat myspace/facebook/bebo as super-super serious! Online they go one day, to find some bored nerd has left them a message saying “lol i don’t like you you’re ugly.” Wow, do the stress levels go up? it’s like, nought to one thousand in a couple of seconds! There have actually been cases where kids and even adults have killed themselves because of comments over the internet. This is the sort of thing that is wrong with society. They actually give one about some guy who’s 2000 miles away laughing to his friends about it. They don’t just delete his messages/comments, they comment/message back and get more and more irate/depressed until eventually something goes seriously wrong.

I know, because i’ve been the victim of these online hate campaigns. The easiest thing to do is to block the user/delete their messages and just ignore it until it goes away. These people THRIVE off reactions, that’s all they’re doing it for. You stop reacting, they stop trolling.

Now, on to another game: World Of Warcraft. Seriously people, stop treating this game like real life! it’s not! that guy you see moving around on screen is just some pile of pixels. Yes, it might be your pile of pixels, but it’s not important. Yes, you may spend hours working your character up to level 90, just for some guy to hack your account and delete the char, but who cares? it’s just a bit of free time gone down the drain. I mean, if you actually cared about what you did with your time then you’d just go out and do something genuinely productive, not level a pile of pixels up in some online game. It’s not real life, it’s just pixellated screens.

Internet anger:

Well, this is fun. Rage on the internet is becoming more prolific, according to a recent dailytech post. It doesn’t surprise me. These people treat the internet as a vent, a way of getting the stress out of their system before it becomes something a lot more serious. In the modern climate, what with Global Warming, The economic crisis, The War on Terror and many other stress-causing “problems”, you need a way of getting all the stress out of your system from work because eventually it may pile up until it all pops out in a dirty great big screaming fit at your boss/your wife/your kids. I sometimes wonder, that, if my Dad had his own blog to post about what happened at work, even if people didn’t read it or anything, whether he’d be a lot less stressed because he has somewhere to vent all his problems out that’s other than his wife/son/friends.

One last thing people:

Smile, Live, Breathe. Don’t worry about money or anything material… at the end of the day, if you have food and water in your belly, what more do you need ? I know i say i need my pc/phone/xbox but i don’t. I need food, water and a friend. I have all three, so life is good.

Violence, Humiliation and Fear.

They say a man is defined by his fears. “Fear is the key, to what you want to be” to quote Iron Maiden.

It is very true. A man is only what his fears allow him to be. I could never work with people, the general public. I get really nervous around people. Conversely, i’m hoping for a job at Jessops, a photography store that sells cameras, equipment and prints films for the general public. You might say i’m crazy, putting myself in a situation which will cause myself fear, but it’s the only thing i can think of. i can’t live in fear forever, and to constantly hide is just stupid.

I see people terrified, but the thing is you have to face up to your fears. “spit in your eye, i will defy!” to quote Iron Maiden again. I ain’t standing for no shit, not any more. And I don’t care who takes objection to it.

Violence is the biggest threat on our streets these days, and not off some muslim from afghanistan or iraq, but off “good british people”. Chavs are the biggest problem really. Tracksuit-wearing, gold-covered scumbags who like nothing more than a good fight. i reckon two things for these people: The Army, or a good old fashioned thrashing. come on, if you beat up a guy and the punishment is a handful of broken fingers or 100 whips, who the hell will risk it?

Humiliation goes hand in hand with violence. If you get beaten up, it causes you humiliation. If you get snubbed, you get humiliated, which these days leads to violence. But no longer is it the “oy you, come here while i smack you one!” it’s now the “i’m going to run up behind you, punch you to the floor with about 20 or me mates behind me and we’ll kick you while you’re on the floor!”.

Please, for the love of God and all that is dear to you, start fighting back. This country’s going downhill, and only the people can save it.

Computer Gaming and addictions

Is an addiction. A powerful one. Tell someone you’re addicted to games, will they believe you? will they hell. To most people, an addiction is something like drugs, like alcoholics, like smokers (to a lesser extent). Not many people see the computer nerd who has bleached white skin as an addict. But he is, he’s addicted to the internet, to computers, to games. There’s nothing he loves more than to sink his teeth into a brand new game, to get his next shot of euphoria.

Again, however, people often misread addictions. For example, i know a group of people who regularly go out on a saturday and get abso-fucking-lutely wasted. They get drunk to the point, where you could walk over, pick them up and rape them mindlessly for a few hours before they sobered up enough to realise what was happening. but you mention to any of these that they are alcoholics, that they are addicted to alcohol and they will deny it until their last breath. An alcoholic, they will insist, drinks every single day, and becomes completely obsessed with drinking. I say no, they are alcoholics, because they wait until every saturday to drink, and if they can’t afford the alcohol they “borrow” some. I believe this is mis-education. a failing of our school system to tell these people that they are addicted to alcohol.

i maintain we need to show people what addictions are. I will admit that i have an addiction. I’m addicted to the internet, i’m addicted to computer games, i’m addicted to a website called 4chan.org. I am a manic forumer, and an avid pyro. I am addicted to a lot of things, to life. But wake up people, and see how you are killing yourselves with alcohol

Rediscovering oneself.

Yeah, i finally got something to talk about off my own back!

I’ve began re-discovering who i am. I’m a pyromanic metalhead who enjoys climbing, abseiling and bouldering. Oh yes people, fear me! :p

I love to climb. So much so; i frequent TWO climbing walls, climb literally anything that possibly can be (yes, that window that you left open on the fourth floor of your house… i’ll get to it!).

Tomorrow, i go to AwesomeWalls climbing centre in Liverpool. It’s a fantastic place, and the AwesomeWall is a challenge that i’ll train up to, and will defeat! So far, however, i have the Black problem in the crypt to worry about. It’s an over-roof challenge, using jug holds. Simple-ish. So, here i go again…

That’s all folks. See ya soon!

Happylists.wordpress.com

I found this blog when the writer (or one of the writers) of this blog posted a comment here… it’s sort of good to see i’m getting activity, when all this site started out to be was a rant box…

All i seem to post is things about other peoples blogs, but that’s because, at the moment, i’m not having a very hyperactive life due to being ill… which is a pile of cr*p.

Anyway, this blog post tells us how to be nice to people we hate… it’s the first post i read, and I like what i saw… like this part:

7. Don’t take it personally. If the reason you are having problems with this individual is because they treat you a certain way or they dislike you, don’t take it personally. Chances are that it has very little to do with you and a lot more to do with them. You have no idea what lead up to this for them, and you have no idea what’s going on in their lives. Maybe Rick just cheated on her and she doesn’t know where to put all that anger – so you’re getting it. You never know, so don’t take it personally.

It’s one of the best pieces of advice i’ve ever seen, and should be hammered in to every persons head. It’d solve a lot of arguments, so it would, so it would.

Anyway, over and out

Violent acres post: the biggest snob of all.

Well, here we go again with another violentacres response. To be perfectly honest, i love this woman. She’s everything i’d ever want to be: bitchy, argumentative, bitchy some more… oh, and successful.

In this post, she describes about how easy it is to entertain snobby people, and how socially lazy she is. She speaks of her past (brave woman, many people hide it). I totally endorse this post, it’s absolutely fuck!ng awesome.

And to be honest, i want to be as bitchy as she is, and as nice to people as she is (contradiction in terms there, can you spot it?)

In other news: My trolling & general baiting of the VVK is working, they fell for it hook line and sinker. I’m fed up of people telling me “you shouldnt eat meat because an animal dies.” I’ll be blunt here:

I DONT GIVE A SH1T!

Okay? So what if some animal dies. Who really gives a flying f*ck? Everything dies. EVERYTHING. So, if it dies sooner, it’s happier because it no longer experiences this sh1thole we call a world. Pollution, radiation (yes folks, you are irradiated), violence, hunger, pain…

If i die tomorrow i’ll have no regrets.

If i die now, i’ll have no regrets.

One person from the VVK said: “better a meat eater die than an animal.” Does this tell you the sort of people they are? “oh, kill people, sure, but kill an animal its murder!”

Fuck them

Okay, i’ll actually try to tell you my point of view. I’m a revolutionary, i dream of a country un-inhibited by stupid beaurocratic laws (‘elf an safty etc) and without the compensation culture. But i look out, and see the scum that inhabit our streets. Not just “chavs”, but “moshers”, “rockers”, “normals”, people with absolutely no prospects, no self respect. These people are the ones to be shunned, the sort that will kick off with a “chav” simply for being a chav. This next bit may get even more complicated…

(I sit and look out of my room one day. I see beauty, i see the sky that is blue, clouds that are white, trees and grass, flowers, nature in all it’s glory. I am lucky, for I can look out and see all this, and know that this world is good. Yet some people cannot look out and see this. They look out of their rooms and see grey concrete, graffiti in colour, but no real beauty. They see violence, and people that do not care. They see a country shaded and hidden, painted to look nice where the rot runs deep. This is where our problem lies. We need to rise up and say “we do not want you” to drug dealers. We, as a COUNTRY, united in HATE of regression and desolation, need to rise up and say “we do not want you” to drug dealers, to drug users, to theives and criminals, to those that think it is good to take what they want at the cost of others. There will always be crime, but while the police are hated for doing their jobs there is no honour, while people are hated for having too much or too little, there will be no honour, no real freedom or life)

There is no honour any more, very few people live by their word. I want a world where more people feel free to be individual, and not be victimised for their dress, for their physical appearance.

I am a revolutionary, without a revolution. Will you join me in my revolution? It doesn’t take much. only a few things:

-Never victimise

-Allow for individuality

-LIVE BY YOUR WORD

-do not hate anyone, unless they commit grevious crimes against you or your family.

It’s simple.

Hit counter.

Decided to get one.
Panama real estate

In response to

this post, i have to say that the writer is being slightly close-minded about explosions. Only the stupid/un-informed get hurt, and they shouldn’t be playing with the damn things if they don’t know how to use/make them theirselves. I know that I have hurt myself playing with fire, but i know what i’m doing now, and i’m fed up of idiotic people playing with fire and calling themselves “pyros” when in reality they have the brain capacity of the local charva population when they’re stoned.

REALITY CHECK:

If you’re gonna play with explosives GET BEHIND SOMETHING SOLID AND THICK! Come on folks, it’s not that hard, surely?

Okay, ill admit it.

My last few posts have had JACK SHIT going for them.. im going to end the series. because otherwise you might end up getting an aneurysm, for the sheer and simple fact I made no sense at all!