As I sit here, a thought echoes in my mind:
"These are the people you have been interacting with lately: People who want to see the underage have sex, who want to see rape, who want to see incest, in Japanese cartoon form. And while those fetishes are okay if kept to oneself, these same people cannot seem to wait. They must see it now. That instead of enjoying the thousands of other releases here, they insist on going on a forum to demand knowledge of the requirements. That instead of appreciating the site as a whole, they devalue it because it cannot satiate their desire immediately. These are the people you have been interacting with.
But what did you do? You placated them, tried to give them the information that they wanted to the best of your knowledge, tried to tell them that the powers that be will never answer their pleas. But for what? To stop the torrent of inquires? To be helpful to strangers? To be apart of an online community?
Sisphyus would be proud."
And as these thoughts burn in my mind like the midday sun in June, I look out of my window to see reality: The white flowers swaying on their branches with the wind, shadows dancing on the road, cars whizzing by, the passage of time. These moments are fleeting. One moment comes, only to be replaced just as quickly as it came, never to be seen again. So instead of pushing the boulder up the hill to only watch it come tumbling down, I choose to appreciate the things that I have and to help only who are truly in need. The finite time I have left would be better spent that way.
Never again.