The one time I got there, it was about how Yankees were a declaration of war in Boston, and someone who couldn't take a joke flipped and started ranting about how people outside of New England couldn't tell the difference between the term for Americans "Yankee" and the sports team.
Funny, as I live in Yankee territory.
Lordieth wrote:Italios wrote:Nonsense. When one has such a big presence, it is hard to not to notice when they leave.
Reality check; a few hundred years from now, most of us are never going to be remembered. We'll be records in a computer, writing on a gravestone, words in an archive. A lucky few of us will find some way of contributing and be remembered, but most of us will be long-forgotten.
As Ethy said, life's too short, and it's certainly too short to give a damn about how popular you are. All the popular kids I knew at school who everyone looked up to threw their lives away for popularity. Popularity is fleeting, and misleading. It makes us feel like we belong, or that we're worth something, but true worth comes from finding our own worth. Not by the worth determined by others.
This is certainly a saddening post.







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