Isn't it kind of natural to be led into believing I'm awesome when some reviewing person from AP pestered me into joining -- offering to be my personal editor? I'm a level-headed guy and modest, normally, but her harassment made me lose sight of myself. Blame this all on 'V'.
In all seriousness, your response is why I'm going to take myself, along with my (large) banana, and return to my homeland. I don't care what people think of me. What I care about, and why I came here, is to occasionally share my views and maybe turn a few heads towards the unknown. That's why I bothered posting this thread here--think of it as a trial run. But what happened? Not a lot.
I could take no Blassreiter discussion resulting from my rambling, without structure. Heck, I could take even my more thoughtful FB rambling not getting commented on when it's so old. But no conversation resulting from reviewing Innocent Venus, too? That made me cry manly tears. I had to prevent myself from attempting to slit my wrists with my credit card(s).
The website? Nice enough. The forum/membership? Too few people, leading to members only typing to others they've known for awhile. Not my cup of tea.
I dislike people too much to survive in a pond. The sea calls for me, and I must go. Farewell.
