I remember my first party.
Friends and I walked into a random house and drank their beer. They found out we weren't invited but we were all having too much fun playing pong and dancing around to care. Eventually, we decided to pay them for more alcohol because it seemed the fair thing to do.
I ended up putting my arm around my friend's hot girlfriend and we walked off into the night.
And somewhere under that half-crescent moonlight, with all those stars shining bright across that dark Oregon sky, my hands now in my pocket, I asked myself, "What the hell am I doing?"
Jeezus, what the hell am I doing, even now? Posting on an internet forum while the maddened college town partyers with drink and song celebrate the football conquest of yesterday?
Really, who cares? Does it look like we do? I mean, we post and reply but does it matter? You don't seem to think so even though you try very hard to. How else are we supposed to feel?
But I think you already know the answer and you've already started typing it before you've even hit the reply button and that is what counts.
Who cares what they think. They're angry because they can't label us "correctly" and then, they hate us for it.