This website has come about because, anytime I hang out with my bro, it always comes. With every day that passes and every drink we take, we draw closer to it . . . the inevitable . . . the phrase that we circle back to every time, every life, every age . . . "YOU KNOW WHAT I HATE?"
And, trust me, I always find plenty of answers to that question. I need a healthy outlet for my frustration, and maybe you can empathize. Dear fucking gods, I hate so many things so, so much. You too, right? This whole website is basically a journal, but for others to share in. Literally nothing of inherent value will be posted here--just a bunch of bitchin'.
I'm a writer and artist by trade, but this site is my own little space to throw all the mental debris of my existence. A place where I'm going to just spew without proofreading or worrying about making anything "good" in any sense of the word.
If you stick around here, you're going to read so much profanity. So many contradictory ideas. So many logical fallacies. So many shallow, incomplete interpretations of the world. You'll find so many ways in which I'm an immature little shit and an embittered old fogey at the same time. So many areas [most of them] where I lack empathy and compassion. So many thorny, bitchy areas where I'm an evil dick and completely batshit. I can really be insufferable and if your eyes haven't rolled right out of your damn skull by now, I'm very proud of you!
But it doesn't matter! Because, in a society where I'm supposed to act "nice" when I don't feel nice, and act like the systems around me aren't completely fucking broken, I'm just too fed up to pretend anymore. We literally all have things that we hate. Things we aren't nice about. Things that inspire us to act like assholes. So why make everything worse by pretending?
That was a terrible read, wasn't it? Hah! You won't get back the time you spent on reading it any more than I'll get back the time I've spent writing it. Let's drink to that.
