Has browsing lit improved your conversational ability?

>not being a top rhetorician

>your sentence length female

Kek
patrician-tier insult

I just learned that I was already good at it.

>not being able to gently present and explain your views to the ignorant, instead of hurting their feelings and driving people away.

I don't know - I don't remember the last time I had a proper conversation.

Veeky Forums actually worsened it, i'm too much of an shy introvert nowadays

>t. liberal

No. I've become too reliant on fedora picks, smug green text replies and t. to use it irl.

t. burger

>he doesn't throw meme arrows with his hands
laughing at you rn

Before /lit

>hey
>"sup"
>how y'doing?
>"doing great, and you?"
>good, how's the family?
>"they're doing fine, sister just got an a+"
>I'm glad. Well see ya later
>"later!"

After lit

>Good evening!
>"sup"
>How are you doing in these troubled time of ours?
>"what? uhm, good"
>I could not be more happy for you, dear fellow
>"Why are you ripping the pages of my dan brown books?"
>I am glad you ask. It is a service for the community! While I was walking down the streets under the starry skies I figured you, a fellow friend and as dear as can be, would wish to stop losing time, the most dearest of treasures, and you could start to spend your time on a most honorable activity!
>"We hate you "

t. autist

>not realizing that arguing against liberals is when you need to consider your opponent's feelings the most

>most dearest
everyone's allowed hate you

>"they're doing fine, sister just got an a+"
Do people really do this? I don't give a fuck about your sister's grades. Chances are you don't give a fuck about my sister's grades either. I don't even give a fuck - I don't even know what kind of grades she gets.
But then again, I'm always told that I speak too little of myself, so what do I know.

fucking normies amirite??

REEE xD

Does shitposting count as a conversation if I get replies?

Yes, I am autistic, but I don't blame anyone else for not being like that. Sometimes I like to think I know how normal people operate for the most part, but it never seems to really be the case.
fucking shitstain normalfag go kill yourself

yes

>anyone cares about syntax on this Cambodian basket weaving website
you're just testing my claims at rhetoric by reaching for the lowest hanging fruit, and you aren't doing a very good job of it.

yeahhh I knew it sounded Reddit as fuck right around
>cold precision
but I just kept going. fuck it

thanks for chewing my food and feeding it back to me, mama bird

ok but how are your sister's grades though?

Yes, thanks to Veeky Forums I was able to BTFO a friend of mine last week. He asked me: "What do you think about Tolstoy, bro? I've just finished reading Anna Karenina and I think it's one of the best novels of all time". I said "Even though I'm quadrilingual (English, French, German and Spanish), I do not speak Russian, therefore I've not read Tolstoy. Only stupid people read translations. I'll never read Dante, Pessoa, Blecher, Tolstoy, Schulz, Hrabal, Kosztolányi, Ōe, Hikmet, Petronius, Plato and the Bible until I learn Italian, Portuguese, Romanian, Russian, Polish, Czech, Hungarian, Japanese, Turkish, Latin, Greek, biblical Hebrew and biblical Aramaic. So, no, you haven't read Tolstoy's Anna Karenina. You read a P&V's retelling of Anna Karerina, you fucking pleb. And a P&V's retelling of Anna Karerina will never be one of the best novels of all time.

heh

yeah for sure

Friendly reminder that translation plebs literally and unironically read for the plot

>>anyone cares about syntax on this Cambodian basket weaving website
>using a syntactical joke to destroy your own argument against caring about syntax on a semiotics based dream hallucination and news database
>hoping the users don't like low hanging fruit
so you are female. you can just post tits if you want to tell us instead of writing long ass reddittier sentences. show don't tell and all that.

>Go on autistic rant.
>Person quiets down when they realize what's going on.
>Heh. Sure showed them.

i can hardly have a conversation with people i dont know (a very small number) unless im drunk.

*tips fedora*

no

>"Most readers," says the Manuscript of Mr Pattieson, "must have witnessed with delight the joyous burst which attends the dismissing of a village-school on a fine summer evening. The buoyant spirit of childhood, repressed with so much difficulty during the tedious hours of discipline, may then be seen to explode, as it were, in shout, and song, and frolic, as the little urchins join in groups on their play-ground, and arrange their matches of sport for the evening. But there is one individual who partakes of the relief afforded by the moment of dismission, whose feelings are not so obvious to the eye of the spectator, or so apt to receive his sympathy. I mean the teacher himself, who, stunned with the hum, and suffocated with the closeness of his school-room, has spent the whole day (himself against a host) in controlling petulance, exciting indifference to action, striving to enlighten stupidity, and labouring to soften obstinacy; and whose very powers of intellect have been confounded by hearing the same dull lesson repeated a hundred times by rote, and only varied by the various blunders of the reciters. Even the flowers of classic genius, with which his solitary fancy is most gratified, have been rendered degraded, in his imagination, by their connexion with tears, with errors, and with punishment; so that the Eclogues of Virgil and Odes of Horace are each inseparably allied in association with the sullen figure and monotonous recitation of some blubbering school-boy. If to these mental distresses are added a delicate frame of body, and a mind ambitious of some higher distinction than that of being the tyrant of childhood, the reader may have some slight conception of the relief which a solitary walk, in the cool of a fine summer evening, affords to the head which has ached, and the nerves which have been shattered, for so many hours, in plying the irksome task of public instruction."

Sir Walter Scott, Old Mortality

I assume this post is some sort of ironic internet ruse.

Stop being a piece of shit, or at least learn how to act. You'll realise being a piece of lovely smelling organic matter comes more naturally.

Jej