Paloaltoguy wrote:You're clearly oblivious to your delusions of grandeur, and all your other failings you corpulent, inflated, bloated, miserable excuse for life. It's funny how you call me the village fool even though I've beaten you (and even the site admin) every time you've made the mistake of arguing with me. Also, considering you believe stupidity (which is what your thoughts are) to be powerful I'm starting to realise that you're even more of a pitiful excuse for life than I originally thought, you fat, wretched, repulsive failure.
LOL, struck a chord, huh? You have no other arguments against me or MarcosZ, or anyone else here for that matter, than laying gratuitous insults. I have never wanted to beat you or be beaten, but when I do engage in a conversation, I am happy to pour the necessary effort as long as our discussion is based on, and backed by, facts and reality.
So far judging from the fact your narrative has to get taller at every new post of yours, as your desperation to be believed and respected grows everyday more, I would say you cannot sound farther detached from reality, and cannot be engaged in any meaningful discussion. If I were to share my experience, say, about the IT industry, you would always be eager to proclaim your elite status of an IT guru and try to dwarf and dismiss whatever I have to say. Same for women, travelling, life in general etc. Maybe pathological posing has become an important part of your life, one you require to function when you walk out of that door and have to move those sofas and desks around, but it's an opium kind of solution that, in the long run, will only bring you more frustration, more failure and more loneliness.
I'll tell you once again, just in case my word will still be bouncing around when you're off that perma-ego-trip of yours. It's better to be a veritable mediocrity, doomed to an uneventful yet genuine daily routine, then sit back on a basement chair and mentally masturbate on any number of fantasies of power and "eliteness", and delusions of grandeur.
I'll take Marcos' bamboo hut and cute musician wife any day, smell of feces or not.