Some time ago I was pissed off over some dumb shit and I stopped coming here.

What happened doesn't matter. I wasn't even involved. It was something that happened between other people, but I took it personally because it's a matter of principle for me. So I deleted my journals here and stopped posting here except for special occasions.

But now after some time, I stop to consider, what did I achieve? The people I was pissed with are not affected in any way by my absence. And on the other hand, the people who enjoy my online presence for whatever mysterious reason are being unfairly deprived of it. I'm punishing myself.

It's not like I ragequitted and now changed my mind. I kind of sadquitted. Ok, I was pissed and I'm still pissed at many things. Changing is not in my nature

If anyone thinks I'm an asshole, they will continue to do so no matter what I do. And they are going to be right too, I'm kind of an asshole. But what of the people who like me despite being an asshole? (or because I am!) I should cherish those and abandoning this site separates me from them.

And it's not like this is the only place with assholes, It's like the crew of the Spaceball One everywhere on Earth. I endure the presence of assholes in all other places, so why not here?

I'm getting old and the scary part is not that it's finally happening, but how fast it's happening. It makes you redistribute the various amounts of fucks you used to give over certain things. It also makes you nostalgic as fuck. It makes you miss things like this.

So, should I start posting here again?

Well, I guess if you are reading this, I already did.