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Know me more, Sophia

Apr 01, 2008 in All about AZRAEL, Nosebleed Moments, Raves

I got an email today from a girl named ‘Sophia’. It was a moving one, and made me realize that in one way or another, I have indeed touched other people’s lives without even trying.

Sophia wrote:

Sir Azrael,

I have been an eager reader of your blog for a week now. I just cannot resist the forces that are so amazingly powerful that it seemed like nothing could ever stop me from coming back and reading your posts from day one. Once I latched on to something I can never let it go. All things I admire about you. I admire your convictions, bravery, candidness, intellect, unique personality, determination and sense of responsibility. Man, talk about perfection incarnate. Haha. All things I wish I had more of. Sometimes I wish that by spending hours reading your blog, some of those qualities would just rub off on me.

There is nothing in this world that I hate more than my inability to pay respect and worship you as you truly should be. There is not enough gratitude in the world to thank you for making your readers smile. Forgive me for I’m one of those people who wears my heart on my sleeves. I truly admire you. Kudos! Keep those posts coming! Mabuhay!

Yours truly,

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Emo-shit

Oct 17, 2007 in Major Rant, Nosebleed Moments, Rants

I totally abhor individuals with self proclaimed angst and other self induced, fabricated anguish that they enjoy slapping the world with (read: emo kids). I hope there aren’t any here that I’m bound to offend but if there are, well screw you.

In my observations, these cretins and attention whores cause their own anguish. If their lives aren’t angst ridden enough, they make it appear as dramatic as possible, just to get some attention. Let me take you through the thought process of a stupid emo kid, as I have observed it:

You know what. I’m bored. I think I’ll create a problem. Hmmmm.I hate my parents because.. they don’t love me. Yes, that sounds great. Alright, now I’ll be a huge bad ass and dress ridiculously, dye my hair colors that I know I won’t look good in, black my eyes, and cut my wrists to show that I am angry and frustrated. That way, people will notice and try and help me with the problem that I could easily get out of, because I created it! Sounds like a heap of fun!

Then, after a few years of doing this something dawns on them:

Well this is getting boring. I have completely white skin from staying in my house all day feeling sorry for myself because of a problem that I made up. Now I think I’ll just be pissed off at the world because they wouldn’t help me, when I really didn’t need their help at all. I was just starved for attention. You know what! I really didn’t follow through on my movement. I just wanted to fight the power for attention. Now being pissed off at the world is the only thing I have left because I broke off all ties with everything else. Why is it that I wanted help, yet wouldn’t accept it. God I’m an idiot. I’ll pout now and continue to be angry at the world.

The only reason I bring up this ridiculousness is because of just that. It’s RIDICULOUS. Damn, these people need to grow up. You people can’t go through life making other people notice you through your constant predisposition to dramatics because if there is one thing you should realize is that most of us don’t have the luxury nor the desire to care about your fabricated anguish.

If any stupid emo kids read this and are compelled to reply with something along the lines of, “But I’m not like that!, You don’t understand you arrogant ass! I really do hurt!” Don’t even bother to waste your time but more importantly, don’t even dare waste mine. If you’re really hurt then you wouldn’t lash out at society. Instead, you will use whatever neurons or synapses that are left inside that void that you call your head and seek some serious professional help.

The only reason why I made this post is because I am constantly pestered by these pathetic individuals. Well then let me make this as clear as I possibly can so that their poor excuse for brains can process what I have to say.

First of all, I am constantly engaged in far more pressing matters and more worthwhile undertakings for me to even give a rat’s ass about their imagined mental and emotional agony.

Secondly, I do not possess the facility, natural or acquired, to offer my sympathy to the likes of these individuals who wish to have problems even when in reality, they do not have any.

Having said that, I would surmise that the wisest course of action for these creatures to take, is to stay as far away from me as possible. Because I do possess the natural ability to wring their pathetic little necks thus making their imagined agony real.