I just posted something about writer’s block.  It started as a great insight then it ended up as mediocre crap.  I enjoyed writing it, at least.

I hate pretending I am a native english speaker.  I not.  I use spell-checker.  It makes little red dots to teach me.  Dont care.  I do.  Try not to.  spellchecker is not my brain.  And my brain is not spellcheckerboard.  Haha.  Funny foreigner thinks he can master the language.  He just makes fun of herself.  Pronuns intended.  Pun intended.

Difficult to pretend I am more stupid than I am.  It gives freedom, though.  I want more freedom, so I want to fail more.  (Funny coincidence, fail pronounced in Hungarian means he is afraid.)

I like using italics.  I hate smileys.  People using smileys belong to a lower caste.  They cannot use proper language, they don’t have a taste for language nuances.

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Huh, I couldn’t resist it.  I know it’s a bad joke.  I still hate smileys.  My English is better than that.

It was easier with the dating site where only members could read my posts.  I was blogging for women I found attractive.  My posts were spontaneous, sometimes wild and offensive; I seized every opportunity to make fun of the very nice and PC ladies who were looking for gentlemen.  Because I prefer women who don’t blush upon hearing a fuck or two.  Well, it took me some time to become as spontaneous as I wanted to be.

This is a different situation now.  I don’t want to date — I won’t respond to posts without a photo.  And English is not my first language.  It’s my second, so it’s not that far away.  And I don’t know anything about my audience.