[King Masa]

Originally Posted by Diode

You are in a mid-life crisis. You have children and an overweight, overworked, undersexed wife. You have accomplished nothing but a questionable graduate degree that led you to a basement entry level job which you successfully worked your way out of by being such a malcontent weirdo. Your delusional sense of superiority is offputting to everyone you encounter, but you project your own awful personality onto others rather than deal with the James Murphy that you know you are:

Inbred, balding, underemployed forum "psychologist" to nobody.

I have the wealth of a wife and friends who love and value me, which is far better than a faux-wood paneled dimly lit cellar office with a metal desk and a Walmart-grade bookshelf filled with outdated, useless psychology books from your local rat-infested swap meet.

I am also an author and have been published in Forbes. You managed to sneak-tag your name onto a useless review journal that accepts submissions with such titles as "LISA IT'S YOUR BIRTHDAY, HAPPY BIRTHDAY LISA" and "FUCK YOU, REMOVE ME FROM THIS MAILING LIST, FUCK YOU."

Irregardless is not a word.

Your fragile ego was forced off of here when Bags stopped giving you attention. You are a parasite without purpose.

Deal with it.