I Love Myself

I capitalize every word in titles. Why? 'Cus I'm a f**** badass. I'm a motherfucking God. Grammar is beneath me.

In this world, there exists me and my aura, then underneath my cloud of greatness, exist all of you, looking up at my gravity-defying mega-dong. I am supernaturally powerful. The being you monotheists call God is afraid of me. I take shits on religious text. Holy water is derived from my ball sweat. I hope you get the point.

Honestly, I'm probably the most arrogant fuck on planet Earth. I'm more arrogant than that attention-whore Kanye West. More arrogant than Tom Cruise. More arrogant than that bigot Mel Gibson. More arrogant than bullshit Steve Jobs--and no, I don't give a shit if he is dead (though, a well-informed conspiracy theorist would argue he is not). That's how arrogant I am; I make arrogance into a sport. Fuck the competition. Let me tell you something you must learn to embrace, peasant: the competition eats my ass dust.

On a side note, I fucking love to curse. You fucking cunts.
 
Truthfully, I understand and I accept the fact that I've somehow acquired the attitude that I deserve to do what I want, and that I'm entitled to say what I want. In my eyes, there is no limit to the crap I can spew, and there are no positives to my personality but the self-awareness of  my twisted self-fulfilling superiority complex--this awareness which has probably developed as a result of some sort of mental dysfunction, or a brain defense against the transmutations of such an unhealthy attitude. Okay, okay...I am now done talking about how great I am; so, let's get to the point...

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Me>You.

Above: My bitch. 

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Every Day I Fight With "SAD"

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"SAD", or social anxiety disorder, is an anxiety disorder that "makes you" dreadfully fear people. That's right, a phobia of people. I fear people. I fear what they think about me. I fear what they say about me. I fear being in the presence of people.

Social anxiety doesn't make much sense even to us that suffer from it. It's shocking to me how much of a grab this disorder has on my life. I can barely think, or write for that matter. As I'm writing this post I'm afraid I'm not using proper grammar, I'm afraid someone's going to find out "who I am" in the real world, plus I'm afraid I'll look crazy to my readers, if I even have or will ever have any (I could go on and on...). I assume most of us social phobics (social phobia is another term for social anxiety disorder) feel the same way. We're afraid of everything.  We over-analyze everything. It's almost comical, but it's really not. Not to us.

Every day is a battle for us social phobics. We can never have the freedom from our minds. A social phobic's dream is being able to "be one's self". Besides the fact we can't think properly or that we're mentally ill, we're really not that messed up. We want to live. Oh boy do we want to live. We crave socializing. We crave and want what others have socially. We envy.

But of course, we face the war of social anxiety, and the battles we never win. My goal with this blog is to gather not only social phobics, but anyone else who's suffering from a certain pain; whether it be mental illness, the loss of a loved one, your failure to succeed in something, or even financial problems...

I want to hear your story.