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Susan, we thought you were sporting a mangina?

It’s fascinating, in a rather tragic way, to watch Harrisfan, so utterly intoxicated by an online forum, that he's lost all self-awareness. When you strip away the smug, hostile one-liners and hollow antagonism, what’s left? A person who spends nearly every waking hour, posting over two thousand times per week, desperately seeking even the smallest acknowledgment of their own existence from an anonymous chat messaging site. It’s not about discussion, engagement, or contributing anything of value. It’s an addiction, plain and simple. The endless stream of posts isn’t a choice anymore; it’s a compulsive, obsessive feedback loop, one that has completely overtaken and reduced his life to a deeply troubled existence of mental illness. At this point, it’s not even about the content of his posts. Whether they’re being demeaning, nasty, bitter, or pretending to be performatively disinterested, the only thing that really matters to him is the response. He can’t function without it. It’s the same psychological mechanism as any other dependency, just another hit of dopamine from every reply, every emoji, every moment where someone acknowledges that he exists, even if it’s in the form of the usual disgust he receives back from most other members. This isn’t participation in a community. It’s a loop, an endless cycle of needing to be seen and heard, to be responded to, to feel something, anything, in a life that clearly has nothing else going for it. The most telling part? He doesn't even deny it. He can’t. Instead, he deflects, minimizes, and pretends it’s all just a bit of harmless fun, all while his post count continues to tick up into the thousands week after week. The forum has banned him multiple times for his toxic and unwarranted attacks against others, yet he crawls back under new accounts within minutes, unable to break free, unable to let go. And deep down, he knows it. There’s no escape for him, no real control. A serial troll run amok to the highest level. This place owns Harris/Susan/BigNok now. It’s not a pastime for him, it’s a prison. And the saddest part is, he built his cage of isolation all by himself.

Only you. That's the problem.

Bravo. Your mental gymnastics are truly something to behold. “0.1% of my life,” really? You are physically incapable of making a post without immediately contradicting reality. You drop nearly 300 posts a day according to your weekly post count displayed on AN that shows you've made more than 2,000 posts over the last 7 days, which, unless you’ve cracked some secret code to stretching time, means you’re glued to this site for three-quarters of your waking life. It’s not a hobby. It’s not entertainment. It’s an addiction. And worse, it’s one you’ve lost complete control over. I’ve fully figured it out now. It’s not that you want to spend your life this way, it’s that you can’t stop. It’s obsessive compulsive disorder taken to an extreme. You’ve tried to cut it off before, maybe even convinced yourself you could step away. But you failed. And now? Now, you’ve just submitted to it. Fully surrendered. You tell yourself you’re here for the “human interaction” but the truth is, you’re here because you literally cannot exist without the micro-doses of dopamine that you get from any response, positive or negative. You don’t care about meaningful discussion, nor are you here to contribute anything of value as we discussed. No, you just need the acknowledgment, a signal from the void, or even a blackhole like an anonymous online forum, that you still exist. That someone, anyone, has noticed you. You’ve become the forum’s equivalent of those blokes who pay dominatrixes to humiliate, degrade, and try to intentionally hurt them. It’s not about connection, it’s about obsession. Your addiction is just as real, just as all-consuming. And that’s the real difference between us. You claim “nobody will read” what I wrote? But that’s the thing, I don’t need them to. Unlike you, I’m not a prisoner to this place. I don’t require the validation. You, on the other hand? You can’t function without it. That’s why you’re already back here, clinging to the last shreds of denial, firing off the same predictable, tired responses, hoping someone, just anyone, throws another hit of acknowledgment your way. So go on there. Remain in your alternate reality, pretending that this site doest make up nearly your entire waking existence. Keep lying to yourself. We, and everyone else on AN all know exactly what you are and why you are here, as it is something clearly and totally beyond and out of your own control.

I genuinely can’t wrap my head around it. You pump out an average of 285 smug, antagonistic, completely substance-free posts per day, just a relentless flood of snide remarks, hollow one-liners, and bitter, attention-seeking drivel. This isn’t just a bad habit. This is your life. So tell us, how do you do it? More importantly, why do you do it? Have you ever stopped, even for a half second, to question your own existence? Is there truly nothing else out there for you? No real human contact, no meaningful pursuits, beyond spending two-thirds of your waking hours posting petty jabs and sharing photos of the sad, underwhelming and cheap looking meals that you seem to think impress people? You’ve been banned multiple times from what other members have noted. So the site itself has made it clear you’re not wanted, yet here you are, crawling back under new accounts like a sewer rat scurrying toward the nearest scrap of negativity. Doesn’t it get exhausting? Doesn’t it feel desperate? Or do you just need this? Do you thrive on the idea that even if people don't want you around, at least they’re paying attention to you? Or do you simply get off on the thousands of sad emojis left on your posts? At some point you’ve got to ask yourself, what exactly are you getting out of this? What's in it for you? Is this it? The end of the road and the grand sum of your existence? Sitting behind a screen, injecting more hostility into the world day after day, desperately trying to hijack every new and interesting discussion with your nastiness until people just give up and walk away out of disgust? Does that actually fulfill you? Because from the outside looking in, it just looks desperate and tragic.

Wow, nailed it, wouldn’t you say Harrisfrown?

Try doing both at the same time. You might end up with the tips of your fingers up your anose.

Cracker! lol.

You mean like farangs who wear Hawaiian shirts looking for meaning in a meanlingless world?

You've posted the word "angry" over 10 times already throughout this short topic. Clearly you are trying to message something to everyone about yourself. Have fun.

Triggered. Can't cope. Snowflake. Cry more.

And wrong again. I'm not a farang. But on the topic of an angry farang, from reading many of your posts, if the shoe fits, kettle black.

Pointless conclusions in your OP. Clearly, you never interact with real people, just judge them based on their glances at you. Your only “dialogue” is the 1,500 meaningless posts you scatter across an anonymous forum every week. Obsessed with knowing nothing but thinking it’s something. A top-tier serial stalker.

Bring your minging old whinging wife to Thailand, dump her off, then leave with a fresh young one. Yep, can't imagine why anyone would possibly want to do that???

It blows my mind that anyone would even respond to any of GG’s absolutely absurd posts.

As we all know, Bangkok’s nightlife is famous for its vibrance, variety, and the occasional unexpected twist. We’ve all heard the stories, or maybe even lived some of them. Perhaps there are even tales about the wild things we’ve done ourselves that still resurface in conversation. But what about those nights when you’ve had a few too many drinks, thought you were heading home with one hot specimen of the opposite gender, only to realize later that things weren’t quite as they seemed? Enter the infamous “Tranny Surprise” scenario. I’m curious how often this kind of “miscommunication” really happens and how people react when they find themselves in such a situation. Have you ever had that subtle moment of realization; your back at your place, reach down, and suddenly discover the wrong plumbing? Did it happen once, and you learned your lesson, or has it managed to catch you off guard more than once? And when it did happen, did you roll with it, cancel the undertaking, or perhaps know all along that this was exactly what you were really looking for? No judgment here—just genuinely curious to hear your thoughts and experiences in the context of this ever-unpredictable city, where surprises can be very much part of the "package".

I always have such a fantastic time when I go short time. Then afterwards, I often feel guilty as if I had to have done something wrong if it was that good. But I never see anything wrong with it and zero downsides, especially if you're above the age of 50 and single. That means you've done all the failed relationships throughout your life. So now you don't want any more of the drudgery and you only want the good stuff.

Alright, so you're gay and you don't want to admit it, FINE!

Share photos.

That might work for you, but don't think it's going to work for him because he doesn't appear to be homosexual.

Could be. But how do you define horny? Assuming the guy has desire then he's horny, right? What you're describing sounds as if he's almost forcing himself to do it when he doesn't really want to. Do you think that's the case? And why would one do that?

Man, this some really fu**ed up whacked out sh*t. Seek help ASAP!

That would probably help. But may be difficult for people with strong libido to cut back on frequency.

You sound really frustrated. Making ignore lists of people who haven't even caused you any grief. Why even bother coming on the site then if you don't like the people or the content? Or is it just that there is nowhere else you can go to whinge about nonsense or let out your frustrations, so you come here? You are free to leave if you can't handle all the stress. You know that right?