itt i realise that 95% of people on /lit/ are jaded idiots who actually know nothing about literature, and then i guffaw at how ironic it is when they all hate on pseudo intellectuals and hipsters when it's quite obvious they are those themselves, just three or four layers deeper drenched in vapid bias than the standard, and then i leave and never come back except to read tar because i like to support people trying to get better at the craft, but i am also reminded of how much hate these people will get from those sad, sad multilayered pseudohipsters who are so insecure they must project their fears onto someone trying something they're too scared too, so scared they will fail and suffer the same negativity, and then i realise how truly horrible the human heart can be, and i feel extreme levels of pity for you all because i know you're too stupid to help it, or you've simply been raised wrong or experienced unlucky things and lash out at everything from bitterness and confused, and