Talk:Lavender Town Syndrome/@comment-25219182-20160427040713

It's just that this thing has been a thing for so long that it honestly amazes me that there are still people talking about it, and that people still want to make these elitist fucking comments about how awful and obviously fake it is, or better yet shouting about how they've been listening to it since their own conception almost and nothing bad ever happened to them... I mean, what is the point? All these people on this site are just totally random usernames to you, the same as you are to anybody else. Nobody's gonna remember you as the cool guy who stood at the gates of hell and blew smoke in the devil's face and laughed and looked good doing it and walked away in slow motion as he was powerless to stop you... Way too many people talk about this for it to be any kind of real threat, obviously. The conspiracist in me actually insists that a faceless entity controlling our government depends on petty shit like this to keep us dumb and distracted from what's really going on and things we could possibly change if we knew anything about them... But then I get bored or nostalgic for things I found way too recently to even be considered nostalgic -- mainly just pastas that make me feel good -- and go see what else I can waste my short life on, because life is short, truly, and my fear of that makes me paradoxically want to waste it on bullshit like this, though there's no purpose, I'm not moving forward in any way, it's not edifying in the slightest, and critics in the comments section invariably piss me off because they don't take any of the time they're wasting to try and be constructive about it. No, they take the female lobster approach and make damn sure that if they can't get out of this pot of boiling water, no way in hell will any of these other bitches are getting out either. You'll pull them down with you before you even think about working together and maybe even getting everyone out alive... But what the hell am I saying? It's creepypasta. No such thing as stakes that high here. It's all meaningless amusement meant to while away what precious little time we have left, which I can never bring myself to enjoy... I need a drink...