Old People know how to shut the fuck up and type.

I used to talk non-stop. I used to be the guy who couldn't shut the fuck up. Call it a nervous tick, call it me being a loudmouth or call it 'friendly', it used to be that I had to tell everyone everything I had in my head. Worse even than that, I had to try to convince you that what I had in my head was right and what you had in your head was pure drivel and most likely wrong. Annoying, right? I agree. There was a time when I lived to argue, I lived to prove you wrong and I lived to show you that I was right. Those days are over now, in a sense. As I've grown older and the internet has grown in popularity I have been able to reduce my contact with actual dumb-ass humans and still get my opinions heard. This has really done wonders for my depression and I have way more time now for sitting in my bedroom with the lights off and the blinds closed watching House. Partially its my age; I don't really want to get into a heated argument with an actual living person right in front of me and have to deal with them breathing and talking and shit, I'd rather shoot them a dirty look, take a long drink from my ever present glass of bourbon and mutter "asshole" under my breath as I walk away. Personal interactions are frustrating mainly based on the fact that persons are frustrating due to their stupidity. Luckily Facebook and Twitter have filled that gap and allowed me to say whatever I want about any topic with full ability to censor any rebuttal  and delete any commentary I do not approve of, the power is Godlike and intoxicating. I can log on anonymously under some half-assed pseudonym (Jello Toast? Dumb) call your mom a whore and you can respond with a 12 paragraph violent tirade and all I have to do is laugh and hit delete, or block or whatever. It's freeing. The bad part is that in the mean time my need to leave my house is diminishing and I think my hips are beginning to lock up from lack of use. Oh well. You're mom's a whore.