What is your specific purpose for being here?
I joined because I like to help people and it gave me something to do in my free time, but I've found out the little time that I've been here I'm already annoyed with everybody's depression and psychological problems. I almost feel like a dick for saying this, but this website is really a collection of losers.
Anyway, why are you here?
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I came to GaG both to help others. learn, and grow as a person. I could probably count on one hand how many lives I've actually contributed to over the course of 5 years (considering most people don't actually apply knowledge, rather, they come back and keep medicating on the attention and false hope) and I've learned far too much about women. My ignorance would serve me better in the sad event of a rejection. I could have just thought "Oh she's having a bad day" or "Oh our personalities just don't match". Instead, I have the entire female playbook at my disposal, and I can see every fiber of my being that fails to meet her expectations. It's paralyzing, but it didn't have to be so.
Did I grow as a person? Not until my actual life experiences began to progress did I grow as a person. GaG has sadly, contributed nothing to the knowledge I will impart on my journey to success. It's sad because there is no excuse for a Q&A forum to be completely void of intellectual integrity. There are smart users here and there, but not nearly enough of them. Now it's even worse, as the youngest of the young compose a large portion of the live feed asking questions that no longer make this site a mutually beneficial learning experience. Silly questions, stupid questions, naïve and obvious ones... Can't forget the vague unanswerable questions with bad details to work with. When will it end? It ends when the tab closes, and for that I am thankful.
To call everyone losers is something I won't do. But I am in concurrence with you on people who ask for help but won't accept it for whatever reason. Help is help, it won't always be a clean tongue to their dirty cracks or skillful strokes that erect their limp egos. The truth does not cater to feelings, friends. Whenever I end up taking minutes of my day providing a sincere answer and discover that I've hit a brick wall hidden under the guise of a genuine question, I wish bad things for them.2