Their families don’t exist or they’re contrived with names of friends and extended family members … even characters from a movie, book or play. They have grandiose college degrees, accolades and personal affiliations with well known people that only exist in the Potemkin-esque village that thrives in their lurid imaginations.
What’s worse is the fact that you can’t change these people. They are so warped mentally and emotionally that they are impervious and will never see themselves as being anything but perfect and righteous. Though obviously, these self-appointed attributes serve as a means to cover the rampant insecurities caused by their own inadequacies, almost always created by an abusive parent(s). Then there’s the proceeding self-loathing, which stems from the fact that they lack self respect to the point that they reinforce their own insidiousness by making themselves completely unattractive due to neglect and/or rampant sublimation with food which has created a girth that allows them to be seen from space.
And those, I suspect, were his good points.
On some of the World Tours, I have met with women of the blogosphere, with generally happy results. It’s not that any of them were the least bit, um, interested, so to speak; but I suspect that in some cases they were willing to come out just to verify that I did in fact exist and in some way resembled the online persona. (The mostly-harmless vibe didn’t hurt, either.)
Meanwhile, someone who didn’t come close to living up to his billing has been given the grand bounce:
Anyway, I’m gone. It’s done, it’s over; the little red plastic thing is now protruding outside the tasty, crispy dermis of the juicy Butterball inside the new GE range.
If only she could have given him a nice, solid kick to the giblets.