I'm pretty sure this isn't normal, but I don't think it's harmful either. But if it's the expression of some mental illness, I'd sure like to know.
Basically I have little mantras that I say to myself out loud and under my breath several times a day.
Here's a sample of the things I say to myself:
"I am god"
"I hate the universe"
"Fuck this shit"
"Fuck the world"
"The world will love me"
"I love *name of girl I liked 6 years ago*"
"Death to *last name of girl I liked 6 years ago*"
"I am great"
"I want to die"
"They must die" (no specific "they")
"I did my best"
"I love the world"
"Fuck you all"
For the most part I don't consciously say these things. They just pop out of my mouth at random intervals. Mostly under stress, or when doing something boring, sometimes just when waking up in the morning. I didn't have any big traumas in my life, I'm not depressed, though I do tend towards suicidal thoughts. I'm not very satisfied with how my life has turned out so far, though I'm far more fortunate than most people on earth (I can read, drink Coke, screw around on computers, don't have diseases, loving family, well educated, etc. Good overall life).
I'm 25, male, bachelor's degree, unemployed, virgin, don't use drugs, not alcoholic, live with parents. Guess you might say a loser when I put it all together. Which doesn't make sense because I played by the rules, did well in school, was in the military briefly, read quality literature.
My life seems to be a shambles and I talk to myself like some kind of psycho. What's my malfunction?
Get yourself a job, any job!
How and why were you in the service briefly?
That's not normal. It's one of the best things a man can say to another man who is himself.
You're too young to be a loser, unless you think not having twenty std's makes you one. I suppose, like me, you've been ingrained with the idea that sex isn't good unless it "means something," but at the same time can't find any meaning in anything else, so, why look for it in sex? Go get a hooker.
Or better yet, join a revolutionary force. They're fun. Fight corporate America, like I would, if I had friends who had ideals.
Or even better
"I am become death, destroyer of worlds."
You may notice a few differences between me and this little anal buccaneer, such as I have an "R" in my s.n, I have the slightest idea how to spell and I my sexual lifestyle doesn't include to 5-year olds bound and gagged in my basement. I'll bet you only like Halloween for the "free delivery." I'll bet whenever you and three friends go to a bar and there's only one stool you just flip it over. Although that's presumptuous (I'm not sure if you know what that means as you only date mentally-handicapped second graders your vocabulary is comprised of "candy" "blow" and "our little secret") to assume you have that many participants in your little homoerotic orgy of perversion.
Apparently someone left your cage open and, in a rare display, removed the p**is from your mouth in order to irritate people you don't know and accuse them of engaging in perverse forms of sex just because YOU have to constantly tell your partner to stop barking.
Dude you're like acne, you both come on 12-year-old boys' faces and don't go away until a little prick happens.
Other differences entail an above-fourth-grade reading level on my part, less usage of the catastrophically self-esteem wounding "ur gay hahaha u dum gay gayman gaywad gay person u like gays? thought so u gay gayass gay!!!1111" insult followed by reclining back in my chair admiring my own cleverness and retortful aptitude.
Also, as his boyfriend is usually doggystyling him while he types (That rathcal thimply can't get enough...) his words tend to appear distorted in a fashion somewhat similar to "ii tthhiink ttthis mmmmmmmmmmmmmman is gay because mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmy ooOOOOOown hoOOOOOOmosexual instiiIIIIIincts have said so--OOO0000oo....."
Another difference is that he, in an act of utter pride, wrote the number of all the guys who've gotten a piece of ass from him (1,034 in counting) so if you see him tell him there's a dildo sale at Marden's which, after his loud utterance of the word "FAAABULOOOUSSS!!!" should relieve you from his presence while he finds one with the right dimensions (it'll take a while as 36-inchers are hard to come by,) at which point you should immediately inform the police the notorious and elusive "Ass Mangler of Central Park" has been apprehended.
Reference guide for Anon's sexual history in action
http://starterupsteve.com/swf/finalprison.html
And finally, the damn question you've read through this whole damn thing for; "It is normal to hate how this site has degenerated into a haven for f**king a**holes, and is it normal for me to react to these f**king dickheads by just making fun of the f**kers until they get the f**king picture and GO the f**k away?!!!"
P.S. f**k
peanutbutterjelly
peanutbutterjelly with a baseball bat....