My 1st bitch here, but after trolling the bitches, and reading all and I mean all of the comments, I can’t hold back any longer. Why do you folks, namely Querty, Miles ( from home ), Jammie et all, you know the click Im yakking about, find it necessary to go to the comment section of any particular bitch and leave no comment that has anything to do with said bitch most of the time. You people ever hear of the phone or MSN, or Yahoo. Ummm , maybe they just love to see their yak on the web. Who knows. Anyhoo thats my bitch. Jesus, I can’t wait for the comment section to pile up. Waitnig with baited breath <3
This article appears in Jul 17-23, 2008.
It’s Qwerty not Querty.
The members of this so-called clique prob don’t have any real friends to phone or message. This is all they’ve got. C’mon, show them some compassion.
or you know, they’re just bored at work? Please. I think the people who are pathetic aren’t the ones who post here fairly regularly, with insights and humor- it’s the people who bitch about them.without the qwerties et al, this place would be dead and then what would you lurkers read?
K, let’s not comment on this one, since what he wants is clearly our attention. Let’s go to the bitch edit one.
Long time lurker, registered to agree with OP.Be on point, or fuck off.
One question for the OP? Why did you feel the need to say that this is your 1st bitch?
Because it totally wasn’t.
Kay, repost your last comment here. I can’t read it on the other thread.
Waving hands….Over here guys, this thread sucked anyway.
EEK. Since I can’t see my posts, I can’t copy and paste em….
OK figured it out. Just do a key word search in the Comments box above…and you’ll be able to copy your old post.Miles I think there are probably some people who do have congenitally low levels of key neurotransmitters, and they simply would be predisposed to depression no matter what. I think though, that the huge rise in depression in the post-industrial world cannot be explained by genetics; we simply don’t evolve as a species that fast.In pre-industrial times even so-called peasants who were “nobodies” actually had a real place and a real connection to their society. The baker knew he was feeding his neighbours, the cobbler knew he was cladding hsi neighbours’ feet, the weaver knew she was clothing her neighbours, etc. etc. They may have been poor, they may have been unpopular, they may have been single and childless, but they knew they had a purpose.What kind of purpose does a data processing clerk in a cubicle in a 30 story highrise feel? I think modern life has a huge problem, where people are isolated and lack any sense of purpose. This meaninglessness and lack of real social contact even when surrounded by 1000s of people lead to feeling of hopelessness and despair; in the long term this leads to a syndrome of “why even bother” and starts to manifest physically.
dam… I was feeling so smart there for a minute. hahahaI think Tim should hire me. I’m hangin’ on his site anyway. Maybe I could do something a little more useful while here.I’m really bored now, guys. Can’t do it again today. But I know you all love me and you’ll miss me so I go with joy.:-)
actually kay for what it’s worth i found this turned back into a really good discussion… *keep on keepin’ on*
Floyd’s ameobae have no brain but they divide quite nicely.
Wow, I’m glad you reposted. How interesting! I think I support your position as it supports mine… it matter what you think… it matters how you feel. Neat foot for thought. Chewing. Thank you.
GET OUT OF THIS POST!
haha I was getting bored until I saw qwerty’s post LMAO