Jamieboy
05-26-2002, 02:12 PM
Diary of an Internet Addict - by www.stileproject.com
My advice to anyone about to read this: TURN OFF YOUR COMPUTER WHILE YOU STILL CAN. Addiction knows no boundaries, concrete or virtual.
There's been little research on the long-term effects of using the Internet, since it's still a relatively new medium. I mean, they are just now releasing studies showing the effects of watching too much TV. NOW; 50 fucking years after the stupid thing became mainstream.
We hear things like "Watching too much TV will make your kids violent." "Watching too much TV will lead to eye problems, low circulation in your legs, short attention spans and an overall feeling of depression." "Watching TV is really fucking boring when you could be on the Internet getting total strangers to get naked for you."
Television makes you stupid. Monkey see, monkey do. Monkey see, monkey purchases on their checking account. Monkey see, monkey pierce. What about the Internet? What about something far more entertaining than television due to the fact that it's an interactive playground for people who don't really like people?
Someone who uses the Internet for 10+ hours a day as a social surrogate will most likely be amazed when they are 50 and all these long term studies come out on how rotting in front of the computer is bad for you. Nevermind the radiation emitted from your monitor that probably causes cancer -- It's all really just common fucking sense. Doing anything for 10+ hours a day, everyday for years probably isn't that great for your body and mind.
Personally, I am on the computer from the moment I wake up, to the moment I go to bed, every single day of the week. How do I feel you might be asking? Just fucking wonderful. Like a newborn motherfucking kitten suckling at the teet of happiness.
Since you are segregated (by choice) from human contact, your social skills start to erode and you forget what it's like to be around other humans. You will not be able to see it happen, since it is a very slow process. Maybe your mind starts to wander when talking to people, drifting back to what you recently saw on the 'net, or maybe you just don't know how to talk to people at all...
Some days you open the door for your pizza, and you forget exactly what you're supposed to say. "OH GREAT, ANOTHER STINKY FUCKING ASSHOLE HANDLING MY FUCKING FOOD." No, that is not the correct thing to say. Someone may accidentally bump into you while you are walking down the street, then apologize for it. You smile at them, brushing off the strangers forceful physical contact, but wonder in your head what their genitals would look like sliced off on a plate. "THAT'S THE LAST TIME ANYONE BUMPS IN TO ME! MOTHERFUCKER!"
When I am outside, every women I see I picture naked taking cock into all three holes. Boy, that guy really seems to love his dog. I wonder what he does with it at home?
There are positive aspects to being a dirty 'net addict who is a shut-in, though. TELEMARKETERS. Yes, those lecherous, disgusting things that try and pass themselves off as human. You can have a lot of fun with them. Start actually taking what they are telling you seriously, then slip in something strange that you have seen on the Internet.
"Why yes, I would love to switch to SPRINT for my long distance! Hey, you have a really sexy voice, ever shoved a cucumber up your ass?" They never seem to call back. I'm lonely.
Things that would be shunned in most social circles don't even give Internet Junkies a second thought just because you have become so desensitized. I mean it just gets to the point where even if you aren't looking for disgusting media, it just starts to find YOU. Torn up gaping assholes, women with breasts the size of a Cadillac, mauled babies, cancerous vaginas... asking a total stranger to send nude pics to you.
You just become a creature of habit, like a necrophiliac driving around from cemetery to cemetery at night. Not because he's horny and wants to fuck a corpse, but because he doesn't know what else to do with his time.
Talking to people on the 'net and in real life are two totally different things. There's the real world you, and the Internet you. On the Internet you can tell a total stranger to fuck off, suck your dick, go fuck their mother and go suck a cancerous dogs dick without batting an eye. In real life, you'd probably end up with a broken nose, that is if you say anything like that to people, which you probably don't. When's the last time you asked a girl how big her tits were, if she likes sucking cock, or shaves her pussy in "real life?" When's the last time you asked someone that within the first five minutes of meeting them? Unless you're a porn star, probably not for a while.
Most people also act totally different online. Internet Jekel and Hyde syndrome, I call it. They slip into their suppressed personas that they can't express in real life to fulfill the emptiness that they feel in their day to day existence. It's an escape for them, a way to try and act cool, get attention or artificial love to fill the void that their horrible childhood has left them in. What's my Internet persona like? Depends on the day. Tonight I'm "Stud Guy!" Hey it's me, the ladies man! Oh baby, your pixelated cam image certainly looks good! Remember, there are only a handful of personality types that people slip into online, with small variation on each (please feel free to mix and match them depending on your gender and location): Condescending Tech Guy, Lonely Art Girl, The Hater, Big Daddy, Newbie, Goth Boi, College Macho Jock, Suicidal Sweety, Handsome Homo, etc. Which one are you?
You treat people differently here than you would in real life just because you can't see them with your own eyes. It's like some kind of virtual prejudice, but it's not based on ethnicity or skin color. It's a twisted world, online and off since human nature doesn't change. The only difference with being online is that you are comfortable because there are no tangible repercussions from getting into a fight with someone.
Maybe you think you are falling in love with someone you just chat with on a casual basis, or want to meet them for sex. Maybe you think they are the coolest or dirtiest person you have ever met, and that intrigues you. Maybe you just want to share the last time you were raped with them. Now ask yourself this, do you really think these people act the way that they do online in reality? Do you really think you'd act the way you do online if they were sitting next to you? These are people that you will most likely never meet and people that might not even exist. You are talking to them from behind a virtual shield, or so you think.
The average Internet Junkie hasn't had sex in years, if ever. Most Internet Junkies are so miserable and depressed as a result of vegetating in front of the computer that sexual contact with the opposite sex only happens in their nocturnal fantasies. Your libido shrinks and you start feeling asexual after a while. You become desensitized to all forms of pornography. Masturbation is a chore, and so is showering.
If a hot chick walked up to me during one of the rare times that I leave the house (i.e.: supermarket, welfare line, AIDS clinic) I'd most likely freeze up.
"Why is this female trying to initiate conversation? Does this female perhaps want to procreate?"
I know that I have totally forgotten what I'm supposed to say to girls that I'm interested in fucking in real life. "Show me your tits!" isn't really the best icebreaker. When people ask me why I'm single, the only real answer I can give them is "How can I get a girlfriend when I never leave the house?" I mean, it just makes sense.
"Oh, you mean I'm actually supposed to have a member of the opposite sex see me in real life on a regular basis?" Isn't that so... 1994?
I find myself falling in love (or is it lust?) with a lot of girls that I randomly meet on here. I'm a pretty decent person, no saint, but no vicious sinner either. I just can't see myself ever hooking up with a girl that I've met through the 'net. It just seems wrong on all fundamental levels. How silly is that, considering my life revolves around this box?
I guess it all has to do with self-loathing and fear, two other wonderful things that draw people online. Then there are the permanent chatters, the type of person that never leaves the room, which I lovingly refer to as the black hole. You get sucked in, and can never escape.
Need a friend? Need someone to talk to? Go into a chat room and there you will find someone as miserable, pathetic and tormented as yourself. If you don't know what to talk about, what medications you are on is always a good place to start.
While we're on the topic of mental anguish and medication... depression, anxiety, and lethargy are the Internet Junkies best friends. Mix in some drugs and/or alcohol with your Internet addiction and you have the perfect formula for a bitter shut-in who thinks that everything is worthless, meaningless and empty. Mix is a dysfunctional suburban family and you have the recipe for the atypical social leper. Mix in some shit porn and you have Stile Project.
Speaking of drugs, I did an insane amount of them in high school. I guess that's why it's called high school, since you're high for most of the time. Ecstasy, hash, pot, meth, K, GHB, and 'shrooms. Those were the drugs I experimented with, and they had a small part in shaping my mind for better or for worse.
My advice to anyone about to read this: TURN OFF YOUR COMPUTER WHILE YOU STILL CAN. Addiction knows no boundaries, concrete or virtual.
There's been little research on the long-term effects of using the Internet, since it's still a relatively new medium. I mean, they are just now releasing studies showing the effects of watching too much TV. NOW; 50 fucking years after the stupid thing became mainstream.
We hear things like "Watching too much TV will make your kids violent." "Watching too much TV will lead to eye problems, low circulation in your legs, short attention spans and an overall feeling of depression." "Watching TV is really fucking boring when you could be on the Internet getting total strangers to get naked for you."
Television makes you stupid. Monkey see, monkey do. Monkey see, monkey purchases on their checking account. Monkey see, monkey pierce. What about the Internet? What about something far more entertaining than television due to the fact that it's an interactive playground for people who don't really like people?
Someone who uses the Internet for 10+ hours a day as a social surrogate will most likely be amazed when they are 50 and all these long term studies come out on how rotting in front of the computer is bad for you. Nevermind the radiation emitted from your monitor that probably causes cancer -- It's all really just common fucking sense. Doing anything for 10+ hours a day, everyday for years probably isn't that great for your body and mind.
Personally, I am on the computer from the moment I wake up, to the moment I go to bed, every single day of the week. How do I feel you might be asking? Just fucking wonderful. Like a newborn motherfucking kitten suckling at the teet of happiness.
Since you are segregated (by choice) from human contact, your social skills start to erode and you forget what it's like to be around other humans. You will not be able to see it happen, since it is a very slow process. Maybe your mind starts to wander when talking to people, drifting back to what you recently saw on the 'net, or maybe you just don't know how to talk to people at all...
Some days you open the door for your pizza, and you forget exactly what you're supposed to say. "OH GREAT, ANOTHER STINKY FUCKING ASSHOLE HANDLING MY FUCKING FOOD." No, that is not the correct thing to say. Someone may accidentally bump into you while you are walking down the street, then apologize for it. You smile at them, brushing off the strangers forceful physical contact, but wonder in your head what their genitals would look like sliced off on a plate. "THAT'S THE LAST TIME ANYONE BUMPS IN TO ME! MOTHERFUCKER!"
When I am outside, every women I see I picture naked taking cock into all three holes. Boy, that guy really seems to love his dog. I wonder what he does with it at home?
There are positive aspects to being a dirty 'net addict who is a shut-in, though. TELEMARKETERS. Yes, those lecherous, disgusting things that try and pass themselves off as human. You can have a lot of fun with them. Start actually taking what they are telling you seriously, then slip in something strange that you have seen on the Internet.
"Why yes, I would love to switch to SPRINT for my long distance! Hey, you have a really sexy voice, ever shoved a cucumber up your ass?" They never seem to call back. I'm lonely.
Things that would be shunned in most social circles don't even give Internet Junkies a second thought just because you have become so desensitized. I mean it just gets to the point where even if you aren't looking for disgusting media, it just starts to find YOU. Torn up gaping assholes, women with breasts the size of a Cadillac, mauled babies, cancerous vaginas... asking a total stranger to send nude pics to you.
You just become a creature of habit, like a necrophiliac driving around from cemetery to cemetery at night. Not because he's horny and wants to fuck a corpse, but because he doesn't know what else to do with his time.
Talking to people on the 'net and in real life are two totally different things. There's the real world you, and the Internet you. On the Internet you can tell a total stranger to fuck off, suck your dick, go fuck their mother and go suck a cancerous dogs dick without batting an eye. In real life, you'd probably end up with a broken nose, that is if you say anything like that to people, which you probably don't. When's the last time you asked a girl how big her tits were, if she likes sucking cock, or shaves her pussy in "real life?" When's the last time you asked someone that within the first five minutes of meeting them? Unless you're a porn star, probably not for a while.
Most people also act totally different online. Internet Jekel and Hyde syndrome, I call it. They slip into their suppressed personas that they can't express in real life to fulfill the emptiness that they feel in their day to day existence. It's an escape for them, a way to try and act cool, get attention or artificial love to fill the void that their horrible childhood has left them in. What's my Internet persona like? Depends on the day. Tonight I'm "Stud Guy!" Hey it's me, the ladies man! Oh baby, your pixelated cam image certainly looks good! Remember, there are only a handful of personality types that people slip into online, with small variation on each (please feel free to mix and match them depending on your gender and location): Condescending Tech Guy, Lonely Art Girl, The Hater, Big Daddy, Newbie, Goth Boi, College Macho Jock, Suicidal Sweety, Handsome Homo, etc. Which one are you?
You treat people differently here than you would in real life just because you can't see them with your own eyes. It's like some kind of virtual prejudice, but it's not based on ethnicity or skin color. It's a twisted world, online and off since human nature doesn't change. The only difference with being online is that you are comfortable because there are no tangible repercussions from getting into a fight with someone.
Maybe you think you are falling in love with someone you just chat with on a casual basis, or want to meet them for sex. Maybe you think they are the coolest or dirtiest person you have ever met, and that intrigues you. Maybe you just want to share the last time you were raped with them. Now ask yourself this, do you really think these people act the way that they do online in reality? Do you really think you'd act the way you do online if they were sitting next to you? These are people that you will most likely never meet and people that might not even exist. You are talking to them from behind a virtual shield, or so you think.
The average Internet Junkie hasn't had sex in years, if ever. Most Internet Junkies are so miserable and depressed as a result of vegetating in front of the computer that sexual contact with the opposite sex only happens in their nocturnal fantasies. Your libido shrinks and you start feeling asexual after a while. You become desensitized to all forms of pornography. Masturbation is a chore, and so is showering.
If a hot chick walked up to me during one of the rare times that I leave the house (i.e.: supermarket, welfare line, AIDS clinic) I'd most likely freeze up.
"Why is this female trying to initiate conversation? Does this female perhaps want to procreate?"
I know that I have totally forgotten what I'm supposed to say to girls that I'm interested in fucking in real life. "Show me your tits!" isn't really the best icebreaker. When people ask me why I'm single, the only real answer I can give them is "How can I get a girlfriend when I never leave the house?" I mean, it just makes sense.
"Oh, you mean I'm actually supposed to have a member of the opposite sex see me in real life on a regular basis?" Isn't that so... 1994?
I find myself falling in love (or is it lust?) with a lot of girls that I randomly meet on here. I'm a pretty decent person, no saint, but no vicious sinner either. I just can't see myself ever hooking up with a girl that I've met through the 'net. It just seems wrong on all fundamental levels. How silly is that, considering my life revolves around this box?
I guess it all has to do with self-loathing and fear, two other wonderful things that draw people online. Then there are the permanent chatters, the type of person that never leaves the room, which I lovingly refer to as the black hole. You get sucked in, and can never escape.
Need a friend? Need someone to talk to? Go into a chat room and there you will find someone as miserable, pathetic and tormented as yourself. If you don't know what to talk about, what medications you are on is always a good place to start.
While we're on the topic of mental anguish and medication... depression, anxiety, and lethargy are the Internet Junkies best friends. Mix in some drugs and/or alcohol with your Internet addiction and you have the perfect formula for a bitter shut-in who thinks that everything is worthless, meaningless and empty. Mix is a dysfunctional suburban family and you have the recipe for the atypical social leper. Mix in some shit porn and you have Stile Project.
Speaking of drugs, I did an insane amount of them in high school. I guess that's why it's called high school, since you're high for most of the time. Ecstasy, hash, pot, meth, K, GHB, and 'shrooms. Those were the drugs I experimented with, and they had a small part in shaping my mind for better or for worse.