My... "Interests" - TRIGGER WARNING: EVERYTHING!!11!

[POFP]

Since it's quite obvious (To everyone on this board, at least) that I have an anti-social personality disorder, I may as well come clean about my dark secrets: The interests that have probably gotten me put onto several watch-lists created by several federal multi-letter agencies.

The age of 15 was when I made my first friend. Previous to this point, my tendency towards intense staring and eye-contact sessions with my peers was a little off-putting. The purpose of this, of course, was to make my classmates uncomfortable, making them more willing to give up information I needed, like what homework we had that night, and whether or not a certain teacher required bathroom passes. I would have asked them without the intense eye-contact, but my looks made it impossible for them to focus on what I was saying. My glaring was, in a way, a method of bringing my victims "down to Earth."

When I wanted an item from someone, I would use my superficial charm (a polite smile, and optimistic voice inflection) to get what I wanted. Most of the time, I was forgetting pencils, or purposely leaving them at my house in random places on the floor for my family to step on. When you're as impulsive and unaware as I am, something as insignificant as a pencil is just a distraction in the dangerous world I grew up in. I can't imagine what affects my constant, optimistic mask had on my classmates and their perception of reality. They must have thought that I was the nicest person they had ever met. Boy were they wrong.

My first friend was someone who was similar to me, except that he was more focused on his looks in regards to others. He was emotional, and unstable. I, on the other hand, felt nothing. We had some similar interests, though. We had both recently started playing Call of Duty. For most kids who play war games, it is just a game. But to people like my friend and I, people who think more into simple activities, it was an insight into human nature itself. The flaws of mankind were laid out before us. We killed people over multiplayer thousands of times. The war screams, the blood, the intense firefights: They changed us.

After a few weeks, we began yelling at the top of our lungs at the people over Xbox live. We became violent. We started threatening the opponents with awful things - Things I can't share on a public forum. It made us feel alive.

By the age of 17, we had become serial rapists. On a daily basis, we would take the public buses and trains just to sit with our legs half a foot more apart than women. We took up most of the first quarter of the benches that we sat in, this way. On a busy day, we made it nearly impossible for anyone to sit down, especially women. I'm not sure what it was that made us enjoy this kind of rape. Maybe it was the display of dominance. The fact that we controlled how many people could sit on our bench. The fact that if someone looked our way, the first thing they would be forced to look at is our crotch. It was empowering.

More is still to come. I'm posting this from a proxy, so as to make sure I don't get this traced back to me.




TL;DR: Sometimes, when I'm feeling really nasty, I leave the television on when I leave, even though my Mother tells me not to.

[Vanadium Gryllz]

As I read this I still cannot decide whether you are a troll or serious.

Either way, bravo. Every paragraph got more and more bizarre.

[Cain]

tl;dr

[Demolition Squid]

tl;dr

[Faust]

Since it's quite obvious (To everyone on this board, at least) that I have an anti-social personality disorder, I may as well come clean about my dark secrets: The interests that have probably gotten me put onto several watch-lists created by several federal multi-letter agencies.

The age of 15 was when I made my first friend. Previous to this point, my tendency towards intense staring and eye-contact sessions with my peers was a little off-putting. The purpose of this, of course, was to make my classmates uncomfortable, making them more willing to give up information I needed, like what homework we had that night, and whether or not a certain teacher required bathroom passes. I would have asked them without the intense eye-contact, but my looks made it impossible for them to focus on what I was saying. My glaring was, in a way, a method of bringing my victims "down to Earth."

When I wanted an item from someone, I would use my superficial charm (a polite smile, and optimistic voice inflection) to get what I wanted. Most of the time, I was forgetting pencils, or purposely leaving them at my house in random places on the floor for my family to step on. When you're as impulsive and unaware as I am, something as insignificant as a pencil is just a distraction in the dangerous world I grew up in. I can't imagine what affects my constant, optimistic mask had on my classmates and their perception of reality. They must have thought that I was the nicest person they had ever met. Boy were they wrong.

My first friend was someone who was similar to me, except that he was more focused on his looks in regards to others. He was emotional, and unstable. I, on the other hand, felt nothing. We had some similar interests, though. We had both recently started playing Call of Duty. For most kids who play war games, it is just a game. But to people like my friend and I, people who think more into simple activities, it was an insight into human nature itself. The flaws of mankind were laid out before us. We killed people over multiplayer thousands of times. The war screams, the blood, the intense firefights: They changed us.

After a few weeks, we began yelling at the top of our lungs at the people over Xbox live. We became violent. We started threatening the opponents with awful things - Things I can't share on a public forum. It made us feel alive.

By the age of 17, we had become serial rapists. On a daily basis, we would take the public buses and trains just to sit with our legs half a foot more apart than women. We took up most of the first quarter of the benches that we sat in, this way. On a busy day, we made it nearly impossible for anyone to sit down, especially women. I'm not sure what it was that made us enjoy this kind of rape. Maybe it was the display of dominance. The fact that we controlled how many people could sit on our bench. The fact that if someone looked our way, the first thing they would be forced to look at is our crotch. It was empowering.

More is still to come. I'm posting this from a proxy, so as to make sure I don't get this traced back to me.

Same

[Pæs]

If I don't read it, he can't manipulate me with his supergenius intellect.

[Faust]

also this has to be one of the longest most boring shaggy dog stories I've read, which basically sums up everything you have posted to date, so if you are a troll you are the stuff of antiquity, from trolling days of yore.

As such, you should be stuffed, mounted, and presented in a glass case to unappreciative children from troll academy's.

[Pæs]

He's not a troll. He's genuinely sick but "HAHA ONLY JOKING" as a possible out was handed to him on a silver platter, so he took it once it was clear that the board's collective judgement of him wasn't going to be easily worked through.

[Faust]

We'll that's certainly better then admitting wrong  . I'd be very sympathetic to admission of wrong, even now, just cause pretty much every decision I made at 19 was awful.

[POFP]

This was my attempt at mocking your absurd and reactionary conclusion on my mental state. Also threw in a few goodies from teh internutz.

If I was originally trolling, I wouldn't call it quits now. I wouldn't let the cat out of the bag until the pool on the roof and your upper lip had a new layer of shit, blood, and tears on it. Because that's what I'm fucking into.

[POFP]

tl;dr

OH, yeah, forgot to include one of those.

[Rev Thwack]

If I was originally trolling, I wouldn't call it quits now. I wouldn't let the cat out of the bag until the pool on the roof and your upper lip had a new layer of shit, blood, and tears on it. Because that's what I'm fucking into.

I had almost forgotten how much I enjoy watching people make a fool of themselves with cockiness like this.

[The Johnny]

Its like a comedic attempt of a meltdown, its so bizarre.

[Prelate Diogenes Shandor]

I assumed it was some kind of satire. Especially paragraph 6, which definitely seems particularly satirical

I'm not quite sure of what

[Demolition Squid]

His interests weren't that interesting - I didn't make it far.