It's all trash.

Seriously, you've got to go through at least 20 pages of recently submitted items before finding something that even remotely resembles any iteration of "art".

It's a giant circle jerk of self effacing, self sustaining delusion.

It's an entire community centered on the "we just do this for fun" mentality, which to me stinks of insincerity and sloth. It's a million talentless nobodies oggling each other's trash and pretending to swoon, in hopes someone will do the same.

Which isn't to say that there aren't a few actual artists about, just that those people would have a venue for their talent with or without this website, which really begs the question "why post here?".

I have no idea what the overarching philosophy of this site is, I've never stooped to actually reading the nonsense they post or visiting the forums, so perhaps I'm missing something vital. I can't quite remember why started this account in the first place, except as some measure to increase my internet footprint in an era of my life when that was something that mattered to me.

Currently, it's a matter of nostalgia and laziness that keeps me here, coupled with a certain grim wimsy that has me contribute to the cesspool now and again.

Which brings me to another point, I think places like this are stifling. You end up losing any real drive for improvement when you can find false admiration simply by stroking someone else's ego. There was a time when I felt I might "get serious" about writing in one form or another, but all I ever did was scribble a few things down and post them here, to the great wide emptiness of eyes more interested in soft core homosexual/anthropomorphic pornography than whatever it is I was writing about.

And something about the general internet mentality disgusts me. Maybe it's got something to do with all the shorthand and incessant typos, how most of the time I get the frightening sense that these people actually think in lol's and omg's. It feels so base, so tragically and unintentionally ironic that I have trouble taking anyone seriously.

I am at a loss, however, as to what I will do without a crutch like this. I get no real satisfaction from this, like tossing cherished family photos to a pornographer, it's highly unlikely they'll consider them beyond a glance, and always for the wrong reason.

Maybe it's just the weight of unproductive years that makes me so pessimistic?

and fuck I hate those fucking smiley face mood icons, jesus christ