I’m A Proud Cat Lady

Because if there’s one thing the internet needs is more posts about cats! But seriously, I have 2 cats and they are my fur children. I guess it’s the lack of children, or the apparent ‘mind controlling parasite’ that I may have gotten off one of my cats. But they both mean the world to me.

Open this if you’re interesting in reading about mind controlling parasites off cats

Both have their own unique personality, both came into my life when it was necessary, both have personalities that I love. But all cat owners say that…

And to the dog lovers out there who say cats aren’t capable of showing love like dogs can, I disagree. I believe people like dogs because they are simple and need a lot of attention. They are happy having a master and are happy performing for their master for rewards, they are the ultimate companion to people, it’s been that way for a long time. As for cats, they are closer to the way humans show love, therefore not as appealing as a dog that shows unconditional love. They love conditionally, like we do, they are independent and too intelligent to have a master, just like us, they also can’t stand having attention on a constant, they need their time alone, does that not sound familiar? Dogs are happy being subservient, whereas cats strive to be our equal. So yes, I honestly believe that there are dog and cat people and they are both very much different. But I’m just going to talk about my cats, not the deep history or philosophy of cats or dogs (though it’s really interesting).

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This is Puss. He’s the first pet I’ve ever had whilst living independently. I got him when I was with my ex, living in a caravan park. We saw a sign for free kittens, and he was the last one there, he was the runt of the litter which is hard to believe now considering he’s a 10kg cat now. The house we got him from was a gross drug den (not that much worse then our own), and we were already super irresponsible so in all honesty it was an incredibly stupid thing to get him. But considering now what his personality was and is like, anyone else would’ve gotten him put down, I am the only one I feel that understands him.

His name is Puss, but we originally called him Tigger, but no one called him that, they only called him Puss. And by they I mean me, ex and the countless teenagers that used to come around and smoke all our weed. I was 18, we spent a year in the caravan park till the ex decided to break up with us. Puss was super attached to my ex, which was frustrating because he worked and I spent the whole time with him, but that’s how it is, Puss is not the biggest fan of females or males that are loud so I was too much for him back then. When we broke up I told my ex to take him, but he refused. He gave up both of us, not just me, and Puss went through all the same mourning that I did. I’ll never forget that day. In the caravan park, begging him to take me back, the admitting defeat and calling my brother who had offered to let me live with them a week beforehand. He came and picked us both up, I didn’t take any stuff I just grabbed Puss and we took the drive about an hour and a half away. I’ll never forget how scared Puss was, how broken I was. Brother and boozy were living in a double story house in the middle of woop woop (bum fuck nowhere), so I got the whole bottom floor to myself. For three weeks Puss wouldn’t come out from under the bed, only to eat when I wasn’t looking, the caravan park was the only place he had known and we had spent the year there.

After the 3 weeks came the absolute aggression from him, he was almost to the point of feral. It was my fault though, I didn’t get him desexed when I should’ve. So I spent a few weeks getting clawed to the fuck by a cat that seemed to hate me. It was a hard time for me with everything going on, quitting drugs cold turkey, dealing with a breakup from a person that proposed to me, my beloved pet hating me was the icing on the cake, it hurt the worst. So I got him desexed at about a year and 3 months into his life… I still feel guilty to this day about it, I was an irresponsible fuck that’s for sure, just wanting a kitten because it was cute not thinking about the consequences or responsibilities of being a good pet owner. After that he got a bit calmer, he started sleeping with me at night and not attacking me as much, he still had the issue of hissing and growling at every person that walked past him though. I was also really super anxious and attached, I’d freak out if he wasn’t in sight, freak out if he was outside at night. Boozy got drunk one day and decided to try and ‘play’ with Puss, I fucking warned her not to (in boozys defence she loved animals, a lot more then people and just wanted to connect with Puss) so Puss scratched her, and her hand got infected and swelled up double its size. After that my brother forced me to take Puss to the vet to fix the aggression or else I couldn’t have him in the house anymore.

The first vet I saw told me I should have him put down. I fucking roared that day, you will never hear a noise like that come out of me again. The next vet told me they are experimenting with human anti depressants on cats, because I had no choice, no one would take me on let alone my cat and there was no fucking way he was going to the shelter as he would’ve been put down for aggression anyway, I chose to try the medication. My cat was on a quarter of a tablet of 25mg Prozac. Yes, my cat was on fucking Prozac. He ate a lot, spent most of his time asleep and didn’t like getting up to do anything at all. He was a limp zombie, he got really fat because of it too. And that’s another thing that was all my fault. I told my brother to go fuck himself, I told him I’d live on the fucking road in a cardboard box with him if I had to but there was no way I was keeping Puss on medication any longer.

After that he calmed down, a lot. He still growls and hisses when you walk past sometimes but won’t swipe like he used to. He doesn’t like other animals the same way he doesn’t like too many people. When he purrs though, you can’t hear it, only feel it because he purrs in a low frequency because he’s a large cat.

When I got kicked out of brothers and moved in with crazy bitch, Puss was far from aggressive, was scared most of the time instead. It stressed me out going to work, it stressed me out when I stayed over at good brothers house. It was just bad all round. Everytime I was home Puss would cling to me and not let me put him down. I would spoon him at night because he’d climb under the blankets. Going back to brothers and boozy after that, was tough for him. He loved mister the moment he met him so that made life at brother and boozys easier for him. He loved my parents place as it’s up in the mountains and they’re on a giant block of land. And being here, well, we have a tiny yard with huge fences, and because he’s too fat he can’t climb them so he’s stuck in the yard or inside.

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Puss is a smart cat though, and lazy. He’s terrified of birds, the only thing he’s ever caught was a baby rat, and by caught I mean he stole it from a burrow probably. Hes strong enough to be able to open a wooden door, if the latch isnt out. He can also move a sliding door. He likes to sit and play with plastic bags, he also likes to chase your shadow, either at night or during the day. He likes to lay right behind my back when I sleep so I’m constantly hot. I always worry about his mortality, what I’ve done to him, he’s also getting older now. One thing I know for sure is though, when that cat dies, a piece of my soul will die also.

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This is Tigger, I know fucking ironic right? The second cat has the same name that Puss was meant to have. We didn’t even name him, Misters 10 year old sister did. He was born in September 2014 so he’s just over a year and 4 months old, he hasn’t really grown too much either since then. It’s a funny story how we got him. Misters (psycho) mother has always been a dog person, she spent her whole life hating cats. So one day an abandoned cat starting showing up at her house, she felt bad for it so she started feeding it. Then all of a sudden she had a cat. Because she is incredibly poor and all that she couldn’t afford to get the cat desexed, so it got pregnant and had 3 kittens, Tigger was from that litter. We got begged to please take a kitten because she couldn’t afford them. And it was weird, we had to drive for 4 hours to get back home, and this kitten was purring and cuddling, fucking unreal for a cat in a car.

Tigger has got to be the dopiest cat ever. His first attempt at jumping onto a bench, he tried off a chair instead of the floor and instead of landing, he winded himself by not making it. We’ve got wooden floors so he will run and skid along them like a loonatic but can’t stop himself so he will run into the wall. He will pick the edge of the bed to lay on and when he starts falling asleep he will sometimes fall off. And even over a year old and he still plays like a kitten. He’s opposite to Puss, he’s not aggressive, a bit silly and a hunter. He catches a lot of things.

When we first got him, Puss did not want a bar of it. But after a couple of months, we got Tigger desexed and when we brought him back home and placed him on the bed, low and behold Puss layer down next to him, like he knew what happened and was trying to comfort. I think they secretly like each other now. They sit near each other all the time, but Tigger has a habit of playing with Puss’s tail which is never appreciated.

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These are my fur children, I think I’d be a very unhappy person without these two. I think animals are what give us some humanity.

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Face the Music George Pell

It’s things like this story that make me remember all the hatred I hold for organised religion. And before you all start, no, this is not an atheist rant or anything like that. I respect anyone’s faith or what they choose to believe in. However, I do NOT respect the Vatican or its kiddy fiddling ways. I refuse to respect a hugely rich organisation that doesn’t pay tax and does whatever they want even though it shouldn’t exist in this day and age.

George Pell, a cardinal at the Vatican who takes care of finances started as a priest in Ballarat Australia back in the 1970s, he also did some priest work in Melbourne. A lot of victims came from Ballarat and are now starting to get some sort of recognition for what happened now, though the accusations have been thrown at George since the 1970s. All the victims were children at the time, mainly young boys. He chose to keep everything happening in the Church and Vatican completely hidden from media, he buried a lot of evidence.

There will be a hearing in Australia but as for Cardinal George Pell, he will be speaking via live recording from the Vatican due to him being ‘ill’. That meant that none of the victims get to properly look him in the eye, because honestly, probably the only thing that will happen to Pell would be a kick out of the Vatican and no jail time.

Because of the fact that Tim Minchin is awesome, he wrote a song to raise money to fly the victims over to the Vatican for them all to be the audience for Georges trial. What an awesome cause to write a song for. He made over $200,000 in the first 2 days of it being released. I will post the song and lyrics on this post, Tim Minchin is my favourite comedian.

This isn’t a I hate religion post. This is a I hate paedophilia post. This is a I hate child abuse post. An I hate rape post. This isn’t even about whether he’s catholic or not. This is about the fact that he’s a criminal and should be bought to justice. Religion doesn’t equal a good person the same way atheist doesn’t equal an immoral person. This isn’t about how religion sucks, it’s about how justice needs to happen no matter how high up you are.

In the words of Tim Minchin from The Pope Song: Fuck the motherfucker, and fuck you motherfucker if you think that motherfucker is sacred. If you cover for another motherfucker who’s a kiddie fucker, then you are no better than the motherfucking rapist. And if you don’t like the swearing this motherfucker forced on me, and reckon it shows moral or intellectual paucity. Then fuck you motherfucker this is the language one employs, when one is pissed at motherfuckers fucking little boys…

Come Home (Cardinal Pell) by Tim Minchin

It’s a lovely day in Ballarat

I’m kicking back, thinking of you

I hear that you’ve been poorly

I am sorry that you’re feeling blue

 

I know what it’s like when you feel a little shitty

You just want to curl up and have an itty-bitty doona day

But a lot of people here miss ya, Georgie

They really think you oughta just get on a plane

(Just get on a plane)

We all just want you to…

 

Come home, Cardinal Pell

I know you’re not feeling well

And being crook ain’t much fun

Even so, we think you should come

 

Home, Cardinal Pell

Come down from your citadel

It’s just the right thing to do

We have a right to know what you knew

 

Couldn’t you see what was under your nose, Georgie

Back in ’73 when you were living with Gerry?

Is it true that you knew but chose to ignore

Or did you actively try to keep it buried?

 

And years later, when survivors, despite their shame and their fear

Stood up to tell their stories, you spent year after year

Working hard to protect the church’s assets

I mean, with all due respect, dude, I think you’re scum!

And I reckon you should…

 

Come home, Cardinal Pell

(Cardinal Pell)

I know you’re not feeling well

Perhaps you need some sun

It’s lovely here, you should come

 

Home, you pompous buffoon

(Pompous buffoon)

And I suggest do it soon

I hear the tolling of the bell

And it has a Pellian knell

[bridge]

I want to be transparent here, George, I’m not the greatest fan of your religion

And I personally believe that those who cover up abuse should go to prison

But your ethical hypocrisy, your intellectual vacuity, and your arrogance don’t bother me as much

As the fact that you have turned out to be such a goddamn coward

 

You’re a coward, Georgie

(You’re a coward, Georgie)

Come and face the Music, Georgie

(Face the Music, George)

You owe it to the victims, Georgie

(You owe it, George)

Come and face the Music, the music

Hallelujah, hallelujah

If the Lord God omnipotent reigneth

He would take one look at you and say

(One look at you and say)

 

Go home, Cardinal Pell

I’ve got a nice spot in hell

With your name on it and so

I suggest you toughen up and go

 

Home, Cardinal Pell

I’m sure they’ll make you fell wel-

Come at the pub in Ballarat

They just want a beer and chat

 

Come home, Cardinal Pell

(Cardinal Pell)

I know you’re scared, Georgie-poo

(Come Home)

They have a right to know what you knew

 

Your time is running out to atone, Georgie

I think the Lord is calling ya home, Georgie

Perhaps he could forgive even you

If you could just let them know what you knew

 

Oh, Cardinal Pell

My lawyer just rang me to tell

Me this song

Could get me in legal trouble

 

Oh well, Cardinal Pell

If you don’t feel compelled

To come home by

A sense of moral duty

Perhaps you will come home and frickin’ sue me

❤ Tim Minchin

The History Of Gaz

Ok, it’s been 5 days since I last posted something, I told you in my About page that there may come times where I lose concentration and I just drop off the face of the earth so to speak. This was one of those times. Will this happen again? Probably, but I’m going to try and keep up again.

Anyway, I figured I’d write about Gaz because she sort of sub-consciously became my internet persona. I mean, she’s a character that already exists but now that I notice her, and everyone else would notice her also from every one of my posts if you’re reading it on my actual website, I’m starting to notice all the similarities between us. There’s also the things that I wish I were more like her in. Like how she gives absolutely no fucks, for anyone, except herself. Because I came on here not knowing what the fuck I was doing. I’ve written 50 posts now and for the life of me, I can’t believe I even had that many original thoughts in my head to have written that many long posts. I put Gaz up as my main picture because, I like video games and I didn’t think I’d care this much about the people I follow, but I do. I honestly thought I’d just post some stuff and it wouldn’t get comments and I could keep up with a I don’t care vibe so that I wouldn’t get so emotionally invested in people, which I do a lot and it hurts. But I found community instead, but to me, Gaz is still a very special cartoon character to me.


Gaz is a character from Invader Zim which is a cartoon that aired in 2002, it was met with uneasiness from a lot of parents as it is a pretty dark cartoon in comparison to a lot of things and ended up being taken off kids channels for a while. As banned cartoons normally do, it gathered a pretty big cult following from people like me who grew up with it and liked things that were banned. Anyway, Invader Zim centres around an alien named Zim and his adorable robot named Gir, who was sent to Earth to destroy it, as Zim is considered the worst invader, they obviously send him to Earth as it below alien levels of unintelligent (hahaha, makes sense). At the school that Zim decides to go to, there’s a weird kid named Dib obsessed with the paranormal and aliens, he figures out straight away that Zim is an alien so from the beginning of the series to the end, Dib spends his whole time trying to convince everyone that Zim is an alien. Gaz is Dibs little sister, she is in most episodes but only for one liners, though she does have three main episodes based around her.


It’s kind of funny to read the write ups on the Zim wikia about Gaz:

Gaz is best known for her creepy, dark, cynical and antisocial nature, along with some of her obsessions which include pizza and video games. Those who interfere with her and certain things she enjoys will enrage her and she will vow to make things very unpleasant for them.

Gaz tends to care little for most people (especially those that bother her) and generally regards human interaction as nothing more then a means to an end. Although she is usually bitter and angry most of the time, her few interests have been known to coax a more positive side out of her.

Throughout the show, it is demonstrated, but never actually said, that Gaz has amazing powers. Her powers include: the ability to fix, pilot, manipulate, and in general control anything electronic, the ability to get to any place she needs at will, the demonic ability to levitate on pure rage alone (surrounding herself in a column of purple light), to create fires at will, umbrakinesis, to generate spookiness in a tangible manner, shroud etc. Additionally, when enraged the atmosphere around Gaz immediately if briefly becomes satanic, complete with hellfire.

– Invader Zim wikia on Gaz

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This was more like me a couple of years ago but I still relate. Anyway, I just thought I’d share why I put Gaz as the main image on my page. Here’s a montage of funny Gir moments as it’s pretty well impossible to find clips of Gaz that aren’t metal tribute songs.

A Weezer Song For Every Occasion

Weezer has got a lot of albums and song, so I guarantee you there’s like a Weezer song about everything relevant at the time. I love Weezer, they’re a unique band from the 90s which ran for a while. Which was a pretty defining decade for Indie music I’m going to post some Weezer songs and tell you about how I feel about them personally:

1. Pork & Beans

I swear this is the most anthem like song for young adults about starting to not give a fuck about the latest trends and about not caring about being judged. That’s why I see it aimed towards early to mid 20 year olds because that’s about the time you truly start getting a grip on who you are as an adult.

‘Imma do the things that I wanna do, I ain’t got a thing to prove to you. I’ll eat my candy with the pork and beans, excuse my manners if I make a scene. I ain’t gonna wear the clothes that you like, I’m finally dandy with the me inside. One look in the mirror and I’m tickled pink, I don’t give a hoot about what you think!’

2. No One Else

This song is relatable on a few different levels as the song can be interpreted in a couple of ways in my opinion. You can view it as someone who’s just been cheated on, as someone with an overly friendly bf/gf who doesn’t make you feel special, or as the way you feel when you start to get jealous or possessive. I myself don’t think it’s meant to be malicious in any way, I think it’s an honest way that some of us think.

‘I want a girl, who will laugh for no one else. When I’m away she puts her makeup on the shelf. When I’m away she never leaves the house. I want a girl who laughs for no one else.’

3. We Are All On Drugs

I think this goes without saying, but this song is about partying and the night-life or just people in general experimenting. Some of the lyrics are pretty accurate. Ouch, this line still hits me in the chest.

‘And you twitch in your seat coz you wanna hit the street when you’re, on drugs. And you cause such a fuss coz there’s no one you can trust when you’re, on drugs. And the best of your days will all vanish in the haze when you’re, on drugs. And you wish you could quit coz you’re really sick of it but you’re, on drugs.’

4. The Other Way

This is my favourite Weezer song of all time. This is a song I’d love to sing too. Why is it my favourite, because it’s lyrics are beautiful and relatable. Because it’s exactly the way I feel when mister is upset or vice versa. It’s a song about wanting to heal the pain of the other but not quite knowing how to. It’s sad but lovely, and it’s my number one relatable song by Weezer.

‘I want to help you, but I don’t know how. I want to soothe you, but I can’t speak out. I have many fears, about rejection. I have many memories of pain. I have always been a little shy. So I’ll turn and look the other way’

A Range of Things That Shit Me

I’m aware I’m posting at a weird time for me but it’s been a few days and I’ve been trying to be regular with posting. But considering everything I’ve been taking on lately, I see myself falling behind a bit. Oh, and it’s been 3 days now since I’ve had a ciggie and I’m now going through the highly irritable stage. Things are really starting to shit me more then usual. So is the way of any blogger with readers, I’m going to have a rant, and a bitch because I assume that some of you may care. I assume. I hope. If you don’t, well sorry, coz I’m posting it anyway.

A YouTube page decided to delete my fucking comment, and I’m pissed off because it’s like, the only fucking thing I’ve ever commented on on YouTube ever. For any that uses youtube, you know the standard of person that comments on YouTube videos, fucking mongoloid trolls or arse kissers, sometimes a random intelligent comment makes it on there but considering the amount of stupid children on there, it’s pretty rare. I don’t consider myself a bully, but I will call you out if you’re contradicting yourself by spreading wrong information in retaliation to another person spreading wrong information. Some youtubers are so soft and weak and will delete any sort of negative comment on their page. Fuck sake, no one can just ignore trolls anymore. Not only that, but because I gave you constructive criticism I’m classed in the same category as a troll! This is why you have fuck all subscribers, and the big amount you got all at once was from your own criticism of a much bigger channel that fucked up. And if you can’t handle idiots on YouTube, what the fuck are you even doing on there? Actually, what are you doing on the internet?

I’m so fucking sick people treating fast food workers like shit, in particular Mcdonalds. I used to work for that place and believe me, they don’t get paid nearly enough to give a shit about your petty complaints. Want good food, get the fuck out of mcdonalds! Don’t want pickles, it’s not fucking hard to pick them off yourself, don’t be such a lazy whinging cunt about it. I find it fucking ironic that it’s mainly people without jobs, fucking dropkicks, that seem to have this superiority complex over maccas workers. At least they have a fucking job! Oh and by the way, it’s not uneducated adults that mainly work at maccas, not in this country anyway. It’s students, kids under 18 who are deciding to build up a working resume whilst having to deal with the bullshittery that is school and being a fucking teenager in general. They get paid around $8 an hour to serve, clean and take the bullshit from every entitled prick that walks in. Believe me, no amount of money is even worth dealing with people that buy food from maccas, and they get barely any money. And go to school. And sacrifice their time off school on weekends to work. So back the fuck off maccas workers! I can’t imagine the hell that workers must go through now with the make it yourself burger range, because keep in mind, every time something changes they don’t discuss it with the workers, it’s sprung on them on the day. Same with learning, there is no training, it’s sink or swim, with fucking sharks might I add considering customers give no fucks that it’s your first day there. I once got told by a customer that I should smile, and that I was rude for not doing so. Bitch, I don’t get paid enough to fake friendliness for entitled fucks like you. Take your burger and get the fuck out of my face, this isn’t a gourmet restaurant, you’re not paying top dollar for food.

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Fuck facebook. Just fuck it. Fuck people on forums. Fuck fuck fuckity fuck. Coming from the supposed most supportive community and you answer a question with *snort nope. Fuck you. Supportive my arse.

Arrrrrrrggggggg… This is probably why I haven’t posted in a couple of days.

Learning is Hard

My brain hurts. I’m struggling to concentrate without tobacco, which is bad as I really need to concentrate. Sigh. I have to research all the stock needed for what we are selling, Web hosting costs, marketing costs, then put it in one big lump start up figure. I need to find 3 testimonials off people who are going to shop at our store. Which means going on forums. And talking to people… This is just to fill in the fucking form needed to go into a course/program that I will then properly plan out and start. At least I thought of something to specialise in. Custom built coils, minimal costs to make, super hard to install so they may pay us extra to install. Have thought of the name Mortal Coil. Not changing it. Love it. Ssss fine.

Derp. Derp. Derp. Derpy. Derp. Derp. Derp. Derrrrrp. Deeee daaaa derp.

That’s the noise my brain makes in my head when it’s overloaded. But unlike emptying a paper shredder, I don’t know how to empty my head. Though it feels like shredded paper, along with my body. Sometimes I wonder if I’m stupid for even attempting a thing like this? I’m alright, I mean, the industry is too small for anyone to have mastered this shit properly, maybe 3 years they’ve had.

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I’m gonna get there. Even if I don’t get into this one I still have the ability to do it on my own without government support. Another thing on the growing list of all the shit I gotta get done. Cant just stop and wallow either I only got till the 21St of march which isn’t that far away when you suck at home work!

No fucks were given in the spelling or grammar of this post.

I’m gonna leave you with a rediscovered animation that went viral in Australia like 3 years ago. It’s all my brain can comprehend right now, coz I’m a fucking ciggie butt brain (reference)! Don’t watch this if you hate swearing. This is based off the dropkicks of our country so the swearing is profound.

I’m Only Human

I am not perfect. I don’t always get it right. I don’t always know where I’m fucking up. I don’t know whether I’m right or wrong. I don’t know if I’m on the right track. I don’t know what people think. I sometimes care too much what people think which can also be wrong. I don’t know why things offend certain people and some don’t. I don’t have the ability to tailor myself to match opinions with everyone. I don’t have all the answers. I’m young. I’m naive. I’m inexperienced. I don’t have any idea what it’s like to be anyone other then myself. But you know what?

I’m still learning. I’m still trying. I’m still falling. I’m still failing. But I’m still learning. I’m not a bad person, just young. Inexperienced. Naive. Emotional. Human.

Never once on here have I ever said anything with malicious intent. Never once have I ever gone out of my way to tell people that what they feel is wrong. If I commented on your posts I did it because I care. Does that mean my comments are always correct? No. And if I did offend anyone, I’m really sorry. I didn’t do it on purpose. I didn’t mean to make you feel that way. I guess I just pick out the things I understand and can relate to and work with that. I’m no mind reader. I don’t always get it right. But I guess when things are said they can’t be unsaid so in that sense I’m not sorry for what I said because I clearly meant it at the time. I’m sorry that you took it the wrong way. I’m sorry I made you feel that way because that’s never my intention.

Everything that anyone says you never have to take on entirely. No one can properly know anyone’s story, and that’s ok. Because I believe we all came together because we needed people to understand, to empathise but most importantly to encourage. But these are just words. At the end of the day we take what we need from everything said to us, and discard the rest. We don’t discard the care behind the words. But the thing about WordPress along with any online social medium is that everyone is just going on what people have written. We haven’t met each other. We don’t know what’s really going on in each others lives, only the things we read. So we react accordingly to the words we read. There are billions of people online, and isn’t it amazing that tiny amounts of the online population can come together and show that support to one another. I don’t know what people are thinking when I write something, neither do they, but to comment at all considering the amount of people online shows how much they care to just write something.

I’m only human. And everyone on here is pretty anonymous. I don’t understand what you’ve been through in your life. I can only comprehend what you’ve written about. How can I possibly understand? I can’t it’s impossible, but that doesn’t mean I can’t admire your writing, or try to say something relevant.

At the end of the day no matter how tight a community you have online, if you haven’t met personally in the real world, everyone is still merely a random person swimming in the vast depths of the sea we call the internet. At the end of the day, we are still merely comments and posts to one another. Nothing more, nothing less.