So, after “moving on” from the shallow end of the pool because they weren’t interesting anymore, I noticed a significant uptick in my X traffic overnight. So, I thought, who’s talking about me? And, returning to the shallow end of the pool to see who’s directing attention towards me I come across ol’ fucking Giancarlo, still flailing around and acting like it’s deep like a wannabe frat bro does.
You know, Aileyn essentially has the attitude that if you can’t see it on the Internet, then, it might as well never have happened. At least, that’s what it’s like when it comes to anyone she doesn… sorry, Liana doesn’t like and is trash talking that week in her Discord. If I don’t appear to have followers and friends in a way that’s performed for the constant surveillance of the Internet camera, then, clearly no one anywhere gives a shit what I say.
But, people like *cough cough* Aileyn, Naomi, Liana, and Bobby seem to forget that what they see on a screen and what’s really happening aren’t the same thing. They don’t see when social media, in its grab for further commodifying my every interaction, highlights a significant uptick in traffic.
Just because no one replies to me doesn’t mean I’m not talking to anyone.
Because you’re a socially-rapey lolcow that thinks it’s fun and silly to fuck with people, lying to them about who you are to get the interactions you want out of them like they’re a video game.
Oh, I’m still talking about Giancarlo Vanzzini *cough cough* by the way, the one who was so adamant on ~playfully~ dunking on Liana, which, I guess that means he’s trying to flirt with her or something?, that he actually thought we’d be “frenemies” or something now that we shared a common enemy, or some other bullshit. He conveniently forgets that he started a pretty serious rumor about me being a child molester and otherwise a pedophile, much like how TransTruthTeller expected me to wipe my memory in my ‘hatred’ of Liana (which, I don’t) and join her after she told me it “wasn’t my fault,” after *also* running around telling everyone I was a child molester. Like, get the fuck out of here you bozos, Jesus Christ.
Oh, and holding on to that is “vindictive” and “childish,” by Giancarlo’s discerning judgment by the way, as I’m expected to just “take what I dish out,” (which, I didn’t do anything to these people), which means… apparently, taking the “L” rather than dishing it right the fuck back. It’s not like anyone else hopped on the troll bandwagon and spread the same rumor about a blog post that never said any of that.
If anyone else sees themselves in this, well, that’s on them.
My man. This is an ‘easy’ counter. The fact it’s a mystery to you shows just how ‘mid’ you are, which also explains why you wanted a ~serious~ talk concerning the benefits of Kiwi Farming with Liana, as if… she’d have something to tell you about it, somehow.
*I’m* not going to waste my time on the counter, as, I don’t give a fuck. I’m not here to “show everyone” how smart I am. I’m just here to write my thoughts, and, though I can counter it just fine, this set-up is so idiotic it’s not worth my time.
Leave a comment if you can counter it, or if you think it needs no counter, or something I guess.
[EDIT @ 6:24 PM: Oh, I can also tell you motherfuckers what a chair is too.]