Oh, such a repost! A well-landed blow, sir! Surely, a remark worth of a linguist and aspiring author. You forgot to mention that taste in personal aesthetics is subjective and not discussed as an objective fact. To me that looks like something I could break between my fingers. But I guess, just like others here, you can't actually get that people can have different opinion, right?
To people who don't frequent IRC, this is going to be confusing. Ask around, I'm sure you will never believe me.
You know what? I actually had it enough with you. You are supposed to be an adult and yet this teen acts more grown-up then you do. You have been nit-picking my grammar, punctuation and talk down to me… and that was OK? No! But I can take it since I don't mind how people phrase their thoughts, it's the meaning and intent that counts. Problem is that "I cannot tell a lie" and people choose to not believe me at every single step. You are not even willing to assume that there is any validity to my problem with relating, there is not a step you should do to understand that I am emotionally stable and quite frankly it takes and effort to make me emotional.
If you are not willing to meet me half the way, I am not going the extra mile, you self-important git. Oh, how hard it must be to fake a smile! Yeah, because I have it so much easier. I'm distant from people, don't understand most of the social interactions and for most of the time we talked suffered from near constant headaches that make me vomit most of the stuff I'm eating, even on pain killers that dull my mind to less than quarter of its normal speed. "Oh, that must be so cool for me, rail-thin and growing even taller yet bitching about it; that's a fucking first-world problem!", right?
WRONG! I already have heart problems. As in literal cardiological problem, not "oh muh bad feels why doust thou art eeviel?!" artsy emo bullshit that you suffer from. Do you even comprehend the difference between our problems? MINE CAN'T BE DEALT WITH BY TALKING TO A NICE PERSON! You git!
I might need to resign from most of the shit I'm doing sports-wise. I'm already 192cm (yeah, about 1-2 centimetres in a week) and weight SEVENTY TWO KILOS! I can end up on a fucking wheelchair before turning twenty if I'll get over 200cm with my underdeveloped heart! Do I whine? NO! I accept it and will fight that in silence.
That's a white lie though. I do whine now, but that's because a fucking sissy can't even grasp the concept of someone making an argument that is not a personal attack! Am I bleeding from my heart, getting all antsy about every single thing? NO! You didn't know, right? Well, that's because I can actually work on my problems myself. While being alone and four years younger.
Am I so desperate to seek acknowledgement from someone who is not even a fucking adult, because you can slap some pre-made meat on a pan and make it edible? No! Fuck, I had to learn cooking just like you and felt that giving you a fucking tip on it is not me being a know-it-all asshole but a genuine quality-of-life aid. But nooo! That would mean that people are not attacking you, right? After all the mere concept of a person already learning on own mistakes and sharing something in good faith is so alien. And that comes from someone so upset about Russians being duplicitous. Fucking hypocrite. How funny it is that someone who thinks of himself as independent and oh-so-dominant needs to feel like a victim.
OH NOES! I DON'T KNOW WHICH GIRL I WANNA FUCK MORE THEN TALK TO AND THAT IS A PROBLEM NOW! APPARENTLY! Pampered dumbass. If you can't stand me as I am, feel free to avoid me, because I am going to stay here. But before you will do it, remember that if I am right about your cortisol problem my basic concern for you could save your life and I didn't even hear a 'thank you'. I did it because I care. But apparently that's not enough for your oh-so-vulnerable ego.
You don't even know a fraction what I know about meicine and probably already started thinking that my conclusion was trivial. Oh, no. I'm sorry. That was being me 'showing off', right? When you will stop having sand in your vagina (no offence, ladies) feel free to come here and apologize. Because as of now, you having gripe with me is just inappropriate.