Yeah it's getting to that bizarre time in my life where I think "am I too old to be in the furry fandom?" And usually at the meet I'll find, I'm the youngest one there. So fuck it. Truckin on!

The trolls are very active with me because I feed them. I feed them because I learn something new everytime I try. I learn that, for the most part, people are influenced heavily by trolls. They are just unable to figure out who the trolls are because they've penetrated our society, our media, they're the people trying to mess around with the system, and they don't care who they affect because the chaos is the juice.

I don't wanna live a lifestyle like that, feeding trolls 24/7. It attracts the wrong sort of people. But then I have people stalking me, a whole chatroom of people stalking me. I mean, it's kind of an honor to know I'm popular or infamous enough to have stalkers. But, they're genuinely trash people. I mean, I think you have to be trash to be obsessive over someone you don't even like. Like, who wants to obsess over someone they don't like? It logically doesn't make sense. I obsess over Emo Phillips. I am ... obsessed like crazy over Emo Phillips. It makes me want to hang on his every word how brilliant he is. But the people I dislike: Taylor Swift.

Now even though I hate Taylor Swift, I hate her music, I don't like anything about her, that doesn't mean I'll stalk her. That doesn't mean I'll obsessively talk about her. I'll just block her and move on with my day. That's the way to do it. That's the normal thing to do. If I was running the "Hate Taylor Swift" club while talking about her 24/7, there really has to be something wrong with me. Some sort of screw missing in me to want to dedicate so much of my time to hate.

So since I'm 37 I got to ask myself: what did I learn when I was 36? Well, I learned that you choose who you surround yourself with. And sometimes, maybe I don't surround myself with the people I want to. So that is something for my mind to chew on.