It's Not That Bad Over Here, Are You Lying to Me? and I'm a Composer Now.

So.
*rant warning*

I've been taking issue with two, unnamed, users on a website that I've been visiting. I don't know who they are personally, I'm new to the website, but I've been confused, angry, and a bit suspect of them.

When you read their profiles, they sound like they're dying. This is problematic and absolutely none of my business. So, if you happen to be one of these people and are highly offended by this, my blog post, please contact me ASAP and we'll get this sorted out.

I'm angry because I don't understand. One of them has a thing with an unnamed Terrible Pop Star. I don't mind anyone liking TPS even though I personally don't care for TPS because TPS has nothing to sing about. TPS's life has been easy up until this point, except maybe for a break up they had a while back that they dedicate three out of every four songs to whinging about, and the only reason TPS's life has gotten hard is because they're famous. Unnamed aggravating user #1 recently met TPS and because they're #1's favorite, #1 told us aaall about it and, from my perspective, it might have been severely intense on #1's side, but TPS has probably heard every sort of sob story on the planet and has, more likely than not, completely forgotten about #1. No offense, #1. Please don't read this. I'm not guilty for saying this because I don't understand #1 and I'm angry about it.

Unnamed aggravating user #2 has suddenly become less aggravating in light of #1's aggravatingness.

I'm mostly upset because I got to know #1 and, more or less, became #1's friend.

I don't know #1 well enough to go barging in and asking them what's up with the implied terminal illness and it's frustrating to have to wait long enough to build a relationship with them through the internet to be able to ask them that question. I wish I never met #1 because now I know I'm in for heartbreak if #1 does die from a terminal illness.

I'm the kind of person who anticipates things and when I do anticipate things that come to fruition, it hurts sooo much more. I could never properly handle pain, physical or emotional, since my dad died. It always comes back to that. His death date is coming up in April. I'm not looking forward to it.

In lighter, unimportant, and waste-of-breath news, I'm getting a tablet so I can draw digitally on my computer. In light of recent topics, I don't care about it anymore, but I'll still feel happy when I do get it. I promised my mom a picture because it's her bonus that's buying it.

I'm writing a script for a sci-fi GLBT romance musical. I've also produced eleven measures of musical genius for a string quartet. I've named it String Quartet No. 1. It features a musical phrase I invented several years ago that was underdeveloped and kind of awkward. But it's maturing now. Too bad I have nothing else to add to it. A stroke of inspiration will find me again.

And I know some of you reading this will have an idea of who I'm talking about. Please don't hate me forever. I just get mad when I don't understand things. It's immature of me and I'm aware of it. I'm not ashamed, though. No regrets. No guilt. Just heartbreak and frustration.

I should post something more positive after this.