Chapter 166

A contrarian's self-account

A contrarian's self-account

Let's make up the remaining five thousand on Friday; I'm adjusting my sleep schedule today.

Originally, the update schedule for these past few days was well-planned, and the outline for each day was ready, but the day before yesterday, I had a brain fart and suddenly started arguing with someone online.

I spent from four in the afternoon until seven the next morning just ranting.

Online, there are often comments like "11 is definitely equal to 3, and then mocking anyone who says it's 2 as an idiot."

I happen to be a contrarian, and I can't help myself when I see things like that, especially when they mock something I really like; then I can't stand it even more.

So I cited sources, used logical analysis, rambled on, and typed while being angry.

I found clips, analyzed them frame by frame, and tried to have an explanation for every single second.

I was just there, stupidly talking to myself.

After leaving the forum, I truly didn't use a single dirty word, thinking I was rationally laying out reasons and facts.

Thinking about it now, I was truly insane.

In fact, others don't care what you say at all; the debate hadn't even started before it was already over.

As a result, not only did I have a meaningless argument all night long online, but I also messed up my own sleep schedule.

My head is chaotic, and I can't write anything even looking at the detailed outline.

The promised extra updates were botched right at the start.

I reflect on this.

Such behavior not only makes me look stupid, but it is also irresponsible to the many readers of this book.

I have already uninstalled Douban and Bilibili from my phone. Before the promised extra update period ends, I will never go on there to debate with anyone again, no matter how much they tag me, I'll treat it like farting!

Write, write, write!