I have a stalker, apparently. Not anyone interacting with my profile or my submissions, but someone lurking and reading things I post and whatnot (and then commenting elsewhere in a fairly malcontent/obsessive/stalker-y way). Which is odd, because I'm not popular at all.

I figure there's nothing I can do about it, because I'm simply... well, above it.

With context omitted, I guess I should feel vindicated about some things, after all.

After all, I was right about (context missing).

Very cool.

Edit (November 17th): It looks like someone started voting low on almost every submission (recently)?

I don't really mind, but... hey, I mentioned it and then Something Happened- there's your update.

I suppose that changes the circumstances of whomever allegedly, supposedly not interacting with the profile?

I guess?

I could be wrong, as a reminder. I'm just... not that into it.

https://youtu.be/RFGo5cqcxP4

It's now my turn to be Old.

Not old, but Old.

I'm not with it anymore; I don't get The New Things; I've learned how and why my elders did The Things They Did; I bury the ideological every now and again- all without raging against the abyss.

For real this time, though. There's little of my youth to still fight for, because... well, anyone who wanted it is probably dead by now. Or, Old. Were I to offer it, it'd get stomped into the dirt ~7/10 times. No one has any use for it; it's to be scorned, shunned, danced on, and dropped on. It's not allowed to exist anymore, and it needs to get in the box already.

It's for me, and... well, probably just me.

General consensus is: no one really cares about all that jazz. And, that's okay. The world always turns. The day it does otherwise will certainly be something New.

Been a lot of the old-old rattling around in my skull, stitching itself together with the glue of wistful wisdom as of late, though.

Even that song hit me differently.

I am possessed- haunted by words I've known all along.

Translated, suddenly.

Irrefutable, inscrutable.

Horror and closure, all at the same time.

And from the onset, it's just some song that's totally not that deep.

Then it gets you.

It couldn't have been so deep; it slaps!

Oh, but it slapped.

And now I'm getting the message, 20 years later.

It'll happen to everyone, eventually, someday.

Probably.

It always whelms.

You can fight it, but you'll lose.

If you fight it, no one can stop you...

You'll just have to come out the other side, hopefully healed.

That's history.

C'mon, C'mon.

https://youtu.be/LDOApsYhtrk

Life goes on.

https://youtu.be/CnVf1ZoCJSo

https://youtu.be/Dz7159qF2q8

https://youtu.be/fsLPj_BG3fg

https://youtu.be/MtSzpKiARrI

Never listen to the hum-drum of faceless gossip; misery loves company.

If they can't beat you, they'll try to lower your standards/drag you down with them.

Don't play.

https://youtu.be/AEYN5w4T_aM

Dignity is worth the trouble- as is a healthy appreciation of the self. If you find that someone is figuratively trying to get you to play a game that you don't want to play... don't play.

Always charge rent.

Don't sell yourself short.

Don't believe the hype.

"It's cool to get on the computer, but don't let the computer get on you."

Some things aren't worth dignifying.

This is a hard-won lesson, provided there is an expectation that all things can surely be fixed/made sensical; the world is rarely ever sensical; WAD.

You'll live longer, if you remember that..