So I've been out for a bit. Went to another con where I shared the company of  defiance  kiwifie and  samsontailchaser

Pretty sweet con though way smaller than AWA and honestly I was ok with that. I again found myself mostly just wandering around eyeing everyone's trades and hard work. It got me thinking about alot of the complaining I do and how it's not really doing me the good I had hoped. I was looking to get stuff off my chest but all that seems to come of it is I'm getting on my own nerves. I'm becoming one of those furries I hate so goddamn much.

As an example, the guy in particular that snubbed me a week ago posted another journal complaining about the exact same goddamn thing that he did when I tried to help him. I don't get it, and if I was starting to sound like that. I can't apologize enough. It's clear all the little fucker wants is someone to hold his goddamn hand and lead him on with sympathy and dick strokes. Whatever, that's his prerogative he's allowed to think like that because outwardly at least, he's an adult. I'll take a different route and look for a fucking solution to my problem and quit typing to my what like 10 watchers? I'll sleep easier at night knowing I'm trying to treat you guys better than he treats his thousands.

SO JUST IGNORE EVERYTHING AFTER THIS. THIS IS THE RANTY PART AND WILL BE TAKING THE PLACE OF THE NORMAL POETRY AND QUESTION.

And to you, should you ever get curious enough to stalk the profile of the guy you blocked. Because that sounds like something a spineless little twat, like yourself, would do. I'm not mad. I'll still gladly talk to you if you come forward. But you better bring your big boy pants. I'll have things to say about how you snubbed me and how much of a goddamn child you are. I won't have any more advice for you because it's clear you don't want advice. I'll just be clearing the air, making sure you understand the facts then you can disappear and go back to doing you. At first I wanted to talk to you and get to know you but the more I read the more you depressed me, and made me wonder what caused me to stop and try to help your punk ass in the first place.

You're most recent journal is the worst and the reality is, you can't make friends because no one likes a self absorbed little bitch. Face it, and shut the fuck up. What I mean specifically is based on what I've read, you don't give to a relationship you just take. Nobody wants to hear about you all the damn time and that's especially true of artists. No one wants to be your captive audience. Once you've paid them to draw your chromatic disaster of a character, that's all they want to do with you. There's no rift in that relationship, jackass, it's business and you're making it personal, no one fucking likes that.

With your logic you should be calling prostitutes to chat or asking to hang out with the person who hands you your bag through the drive thru. I'm not saying you can't be friends with artists but I'm saying you can't do it by throwing money at them when they do their job. Do it by being interested in them and respect them when they say no. For fuck's sake. And then you snub me when I was trying to give you feedback? If that's how you treat honesty, it's no damn wonder no one likes you. If you had done that to me in person, I'd have knocked your teeth down your throat. Probably not but I would have wanted to. You didn't even take the chance to get to know me though and I can only assume you act the same way to anyone else who doesn't suck your dick and tell you that you're not doing anything wrong or how you're a perfect unique fucking snowflake. The world is not a nurturing place and for someone that's at least 10 years younger than you to figure that out before you, that's goddamn pathetic.

No wonder you feel so empty asshole your friends are fake as shit.

Luckily, I'm not a drama person. I won't tell anyone who you are or how goddamn pitiful you sound. I got this off of my chest and the only people who know who I'm talking to is me and you. Cool how that works huh asshole? I'd be surprised to hear from you though. Your punk ass had me blocked before I could explain, before I could justify my thoughts. And you did it just to have the last word. You can't handle someone making sense and that's sickening, and weak. I don't expect a gutless sack of shit like you to be reasoned with. Overall you're a goddamn embarrassment and I hope you have some sort of epiphany that helps you sort it out because every second you exist and writhe in your own bullshit it makes the rest of us look bad. Furries don't ruin everything. Furries like YOU ruin everything for us.

On my side I'll have to stop reading your garbage. But who can blame me, hoping that you'll magically post something that suggest you have any redeeming qualities. Something I can point out that will help you. Just put a gimp suit and zip the mouth closed... that's the only way you'll stop burning out your friends with that diluted whiny bullshit. And be proud, I spent half the goddamn weekend thinking about the things I'd say to you, knowing damn well that nothing good would come of it, even if the words got back to you, but I feel better and that's all that fucking matters.