We come here to be cheered up. We come here to forget, not to remember.
I'm sick to the back teeth of fuckwits on this board who know NOTHING about life and love and loss.
Oh what's the fucking use. Come back and talk to me again when you're 75 and you've actually lived a life and have something to say. Otherwise I'll just walk the other way, if that's OK with you.
And don't bother with the usual "well it's what people post, you don't have to read it, you know what it's about, blah blah ect" - that excuse doesn't work. If things keep on going the way they are now, then no one will go on these boards or read what's on them.
Mingus: "From now on I work only with ADULTS, regardless of age."
― Marcello Carlin, Wednesday, 30 January 2002 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Tom, Wednesday, 30 January 2002 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Ally, Wednesday, 30 January 2002 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― middle-class whiteboy, Wednesday, 30 January 2002 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Kodanshi, Wednesday, 30 January 2002 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― chris, Wednesday, 30 January 2002 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
Marcello, with all the kindness in my heart, one simple thought:
Are you 75?
― Ned Raggett, Wednesday, 30 January 2002 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― gareth, Wednesday, 30 January 2002 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Dan Perry, Wednesday, 30 January 2002 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
What I love about ILx and what keeps me coming back is that anything goes. Most of the time you're going to find empathy and people to discuss whatever with. If you don't the deafening silence or reprimands will set you straight.
That said if there's anything here that truly offends, there's a simple solution. DON'T READ IT.
Every man leads a life of quiet desperation. I've learned to never judge or assume what other people have gone through. Beleive me, I've tasted plenty of life, good and bad, which is why I'm comfortable TALKING about all of its aspects.
― Samantha, Wednesday, 30 January 2002 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― anthony, Wednesday, 30 January 2002 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
The three times I've met you offline you've not seemed anything like this, you've seemed like the intelligent and good-hearted man you tell us you are, but online your apparent contempt for us is poisoning the boards more than any stupid threads. I wouldn't presume to offer any advice about your 'real life' Marcello because you're right, I don't have the experience and I count myself lucky for that. But I can offer advice about your online life, and that would be for goodness' sake take a break from ILE. It can't give you what you need anymore - maybe it never could - but that's no reason to despise it. It doesn't make sense to use it as an escape from real life and then complain when it's divorced from real life.
― you don't know me anyway, Wednesday, 30 January 2002 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
These outbursts wouldn't bother me so much if Marcello would apologize for them afterwards, but I can't force my standards of behavior on other people.
My name is Kim. Some of you will know me from when I used to enjoy posting a lot more often.― you don't know me anyway, Wednesday, 30 January 2002 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Kim, Wednesday, 30 January 2002 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
la cabra, la cabra, la puta de la cabra, la madre que le pario, you tenia una cabra que se llama..asuncion?
― goeff, Wednesday, 30 January 2002 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
oh wait, wrong thread.
Mingus was also a bipolar lunatic.
― Gage-o, Wednesday, 30 January 2002 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
Tom sums it up above - there's obviously nothing and no-one here who can help any longer. Please get help.
― Dr. C, Wednesday, 30 January 2002 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Ronan, Wednesday, 30 January 2002 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
Marcello, please seek help.
Marcello, you ought to take a break. I'm sure you've got people to support you. We are not your punchbang.
― jel, Wednesday, 30 January 2002 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
--At first I thought I was being complimented...then I realized I was being made fun of. Sad clown.
― ethan, Wednesday, 30 January 2002 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― the concept of taboo, Wednesday, 30 January 2002 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
And plus, I live in NYC.
ha!
― I.M. Crazee, Wednesday, 30 January 2002 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― electric sound of jim, Wednesday, 30 January 2002 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― maryann, Wednesday, 30 January 2002 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― DG, Wednesday, 30 January 2002 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
No, fret not, I didn't see that as personal. Just noting what an alternate reading of the situation could be.
― mike hanle y, Wednesday, 30 January 2002 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― goeff, Thursday, 31 January 2002 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― electric sound of jim, Thursday, 31 January 2002 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)