49. keg in kc
I'm only ranked 49? The listmaker must be my ex-wife. It wasn't enough that I naturally offend women with my self-described weight problem and jarring personality. That harpy had to ruin my life on the internet, too. Figures.
Honestly, I'm not sure how I should accept this. I used to post here all the time, but now I look around and I think, "Why bother?" Looking back on what this forum has become is like going back and watching some of the earlier seasons of Babylon 5, where the awful acting and shoddy early development stages of CGI just make you cringe and go, "I passed up an opportunity to date my co-worker's slightly attractive friend in 1995 to watch THIS?!" Shit. I mean, Claudia Christian was hot, but not hot enough to have obsessive dreams over. This is worse than the time I paid $50 to get NASA to name an asteroid after Terry Farrell with the hopes that she would go out with me.
Maybe I prefer it that way. I prefer to be a weird introvert in real life who draws comparisons to Comic Book Guy from the Simpsons. I should treat my internet friends the same way, especially since they're just going to stab me in the back. It's already happened. 49? I'm the 49th best poster on this place?
I'm not freaking out, or anything. I'm comfortable with who I am, even if people aren't able to understand me when I talk about myself. I'm just saying... the listmaker didn't make a very good case for why I chose not to kill myself after my divorce years ago.
At least I've still got my Stargate novels.