Perfectly reasonable trains of thought.

[The Good Reverend Roger]

you're a good sport 

I don't see that I have a bad temper.  I'm just a little tense.

[Don Coyote]

You do know of course what is going to happen. And you deserve it.

Believe me, I thought about it.

But Nurse Enabler said that if I even THINK about hitting the admin button and doing a little editing of my own, then she'd edit my face with the belt sander.

She says I need to work on my temper.

Oh thank the gods and Nurse Enabler.

[Mesozoic Mister Nigel]

you're a good sport 

I don't see that I have a bad temper.  I'm just a little tense.

[Mesozoic Mister Nigel]

Mr. Language just told me that I have a "sanguine nature". AHAHAHAHAHAHA

HAHAHA

AHHAHA

<choke>

[Triple Zero]

Jesus, you guys are depressing.

Am I the ONLY motherfucker here who has utterly unshakable self-confidence?

I dunno, I used to.

Back in the days when I believed everybody is different from me because everybody is different from everybody else. Makes sense, no? Until you find out you're actually more different and most of you bunch of weirdos are in fact more alike in the ways you almost effortlessly behave in exactly the same ways you'd expect one another to behave. While myself, I have to pay careful and conscious attention, cheat and copy people's style in order to hide the fact that apparently the expected behaviour doesn't come automatically or naturally. Didn't know, thought this was everybody's problem, right up until it started failing, because boy, it turns out it's not actually humanly (?) possible to keep that up all the time, not when you immerse yourself in a busy social environment. It burns you up, but if I'd drop the act, you'll make me pay dearly.

Some people on this board say they're wearing a mask, and have to "act" like the "other normals" to not be found out, but I don't quite believe it. Not when I see them when confronted by another whose mask doesn't always work, asking honest questions, how scared and angry they get when they see what's beneath is not quite what they expected, is not quite what they know and believe is behind everybody else's face, or is it?

But never mind that, I'll figure it out again some day, put on my happy shiny indestructible mask, and tell you the above was nonsense from a weaker, depressed version of myself (I'm not depressed, don't let me fool you, hah!).

[AFK]

I dunno if it's a specific train of thought, but sometimes when I'm in meetings I have this weird thing where I simultaneously thing I'm the smartest guy in the room while also being nervous about appearing like the greenest guy in the room.  Doesn't really make any damned sense. 

[President Television]

You're worthless. The only reason you got through high school is that the staff wanted you out of their hair. You're just another product of a failing education system. You'll never be able to find a job, because you don't have the skills or attitude that employers want. If you finally do, it'll be because you finally broke down and lost your integrity. Whatever that means.

Your friends don't like you. The only reason they associate with you is that they're desperate and alone, just like you are, and nobody else wants anything to do with them. You know this because happy successful people, people with futures, don't want anything to do with you. This is why they never reply when you ask if they want to do anything. When they do finally reply, and explain that they're too busy, they're just lying to be polite. What they really mean to say is of course not, why would anyone not reject a little subhuman creep like you? Really, you're no better than Dakota, the pedophile/stalker with a small army of thirteen-year-old psychologically-damaged camwhores at his command.

You pretend that you're not a hipster, but really you're the biggest hipster of them all. Ordinary hipsters are too hip to be cool; you're too hip to come out of your house. You're just that much of a smug, self-important, arrogant snob.

All of your complaints are petty. This is because you're weak and you're an attention whore. All of this talk about psychological issues is bullshit. If only you'd just try a bit harder, you'd be fine, but you're too fucking lazy to bother. All those other times you made an effort don't count.

[Fredfredly ⊂(◉‿◉)つ]

Jesus, you guys are depressing.

Am I the ONLY motherfucker here who has utterly unshakable self-confidence?

Srsly, it pains me to read this thread and think that sometimes you guys actually think this stuff.

I've been telling everyone how awesome i am for years!

[Thurnez Isa]

Jesus, you guys are depressing.

Am I the ONLY motherfucker here who has utterly unshakable self-confidence?

Srsly, it pains me to read this thread and think that sometimes you guys actually think this stuff.

I've been telling everyone how awesome i am for years!

BUT YOUR CRYING ON THE INSIDE!!!

[Fredfredly ⊂(◉‿◉)つ]

crying that i put up with you people 

[Reginald Ret]

HAH!
I may not love myself, but i sure do love you all.

[Salty]

I was going to post ITT about these thoughts that run through my head...but I'd be at it all day. I dunno what it's like for you people but these kind of thoughts have and can consume my whole thought-process endlessly. I'm just getting free of that kind of thing and do not see any reason to indulge venomous, self-defeating, soul-sucking thoughts as these for an instant.

THEY SHOULD BE CRUSHED BENEATH THE BOOTHEELS OF OUR AWESOME LIKE THE VERMIN THEY ARE.

Though I can understand the desire to air them out as well.
It's just not for me.

[Sister Fracture]

YEAH ALTY! KILL THEM BASTARD THOUGHTS!

For me though, airing them out draws the poison away from them.

[Cardinal Pizza Deliverance.]

Reading this is both helping me pin down what is -not- going on in my head and making it harder to pin down what is going on in there.

'I'm good enough for myself and what my expectations, but I'm nowhere near good enough for anyone else's.' Seems to be the finest distillation I can manage. This thought tends to lead to me expecting way more from myself than anyone else actually is - because I imagine that they are holding me to such lofty standards and that I am falling short.

The bitch is that I don't actually give to flying fuck what other people think about me, generally speaking, but when it comes to a collaborative effort like oh, a job or writing or coveny pagan woo, I am screwed sideways in the ear with a wine cork and some anthrax Jell-O because I've got to perform exemplary for my efforts to mean anything.

[Dysfunctional Cunt]

I'm having one of these kinds of days.  I'm always paranoid, but today, eh, I'm just taking the shit more personal than usual....