Newsgroups: alt.angst
Subject: Re: Damned if you do, damned if you don't...
From: kilroy@acme.gen.nz (earthbound misfit, I)
Date: Thu, 23 Jul 92 09:57:08 GMT
Reply-To: kilroy@acme.gen.nz (earthbound misfit, I)
 <1992Jul17.122206.6367@magnus.acs.ohio-state.edu> 
 <l6e3svINN90b@exodus.Eng.Sun.COM> <l6mrltINNt93@exodus.Eng.Sun.COM> <Brq084.7nM@acsu.buffalo.edu>
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v026ltr5@ubvmsb.cc.buffalo.edu (Monty) writes:

> lemay@lorelei.Eng.Sun.COM (Laura "Treekiller" Lemay - IWTFM) writes...
>
> > [...angst...]
>
> [...denial of said angst...]

FUCK OFF!! Just fuck off. I'm fucking sick of all the fucking whining fucking
maroons on this fucking newsgroup whinging all the fucking time about someone
else's fucking problems not being angst. Get a fucking clue. FUCK!

<seethe>. Angst is a personal thing - that's one of the major problems. 
Fundamentally there's no point in trying to share your angst with other
people. It's unique to you, and describing the things that make you angstful
to someone else will result in meaningless stares and "that's not angst...".

That's the whole point of this newsgroup. It, like the rest of the net, and
our short and pointlessly insignificant lives, has no meaning to the world
at large. None. Nada. Nothing. Because the world at large doesn't have any
meaning either. Nor does the small collection of planets it sits amongst. The
universe just doesn't care, and several billion years from now it'll all be
over as entropy reaches a maximum.

So keep posting your angst, or not. We don't really care, that's the whole
problem. You're just insignificant. But at *least* spare us the agony of you
trying to deny the futility of it all by presenting your problems as somehow
greater than mine. There are thousands of people at this very moment all
over the world *dying* after having endured short and meaningless lives.

ObAngst: I'm fucking tired. Surprise, surprise.

ObAngstII: A friend rang me up at work today, as I sat at my desk capable of
           little more than a stare as I try and remember what sleeping is
           like, and cheerfully described his day, having slept through most
           of it, especially the wet, cold, windy, stormy parts, and was just
           then getting back from the shower. Approx 3pm.

ObAngstIII: And when he asked me if I'd enjoyed crawling to work in the
            typical Massey traffic jam at 7:45am, I replied that I hadn't in
            the slightest, and I presumed that he'd been asleep at the time,
            and cast minor aspersions on his parentage. Oh no, he replied, he
            hadn't been *asleep*. And he laughed. Bastard!

ObAngstIV: I am completely and utterly sick and tired of work. I can feel
           a classic depression attack coming on, the excessively emotional
           responses to positive or negative stimuli, the tiredness. (The
           actual feeling of being depressed is a bit of a giveaway as well).
           I'm starting to seriously entertain the thought of foolishly
           selling everything and then sodding off Somewhere Else for some
           serious travelling.

ObAngstV: And I'm *still* fucking single.

						- k

Ob!Angst: at least I didn't follow Correct Usenet Procedure and calmly think
          about this post for 10 minutes before writing it. That wouldn't have
          been anywhere near as much fun.
-- 
Craig Harding            kilroy@acme.gen.nz             ACME BBS +64 63 3551342
"Jub'f Xvob?"
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