Life pwns you. Life pwns you bad... real bad. But once life pwns you real bad, you can get to two places. You can either be a pwner yourself and take revenge on the whole world without actually admitting it. Or, you can just be happy the pwning is over and keep moving, knowing but not doing anything about the fact that life would pwn you once again.
These two are instinctive responses. Those who initially turn pwners manage to create a shell around them. A porous shell. One that can filter life's pwning activities like a firewall. Sounds good.
Those who don't think of having the shell are pwned again. By life, by others, and most of all - by themselves.
The shelled creatures prevent their core from attacks very successfully. But as so often happens, their firewall also disrupts the functioning of other utility programs. They end up compromising with their emotions. There's no way of living those emotions as long as the core is bound by a shell of any sort. The result - .
The unshelled creatures, on the other hand, have an unprotected core - also called a free core. Since they don't have a firewall, they can't suspect offensive accesses. So, the unauthorized access and the authorized access go on simultaneously. Since the core-owner doesn't deem the core to be something worth protecting, he isn't bothered about the potential value of the core. The attacker, on the other hand, puts his hand on whatever comes his way. The owner isn't bothered, though he constantly suffers losses. Sometimes he does feel he should try installing a firewall, but installing firewalls on an infected system might not be feasible because firewalls work best on uninfected systems. If a corrupt official hires a security guard, however effective the guard may be, the security can't be regarded safe. Similarly, having a shell on a core that has been encroached upon already would effectively lead to the malfunctioning of the utility programs alone. So, unshelled creatures remain unshelled creatures.
They have a few benefits though, or so they think. They think it's easier for them to express themselves, however dumb or repeated their expressions might be, since their core is not bound. They feel they can't lose anything, since the core is the only thing they have and it's already known to be an unofficial public property. These are the ones that become self-pwning creatures. Despite the resources they might have at their disposal, they might not necessarily make the best out of them. The reason - themselves.
So, what was that introduction for(err... that part above was the introduction, and it has ended)?
That introduction was solely meant to divert your attention to some other reign of thoughts when I introduce myself - Hello, I am a self-pwner. Hope it wasn't difficult for you to suspect it. In case it was, I apologize.
I keep acknowledging myself as a rare possession of Mother Earth, at least in my social circle, because I am the rare self-pwner. In turn, I get responses of affirmation or denial from reliable or unreliable sources. From the sources I deem reliable, I get affirmations. The type of affirmation helps me judge whether a characteristic of mine is actually a self-pwning characteristic or not. That in turn helps me figure out the exact definition of self-pwning. So, with reference to that definition of self-pwning, a self-pwner is a self-effacing, self-deprecating, defenceless, egoless, timid, callous clown who thinks the world has been regarded beautiful for the sole reason that all the great thinkers that have come(and gone) down the years had been as self-pwning as him and they said life's inflictions were to be faced with a smile, which is actually a lame fact which the clown regards as motivation.
Self-pwners hardly realize how special they are unless some genuine friends open their eyes. Once they do open their eyes, though, self-pwners get elevated to the next level of self-pwning. They keep becoming more miserable as life progresses. They feel the cause of the miseries of their life is deeply rooted somewhere. They spend their entire lives trying to locate that "somewhere" in vain, unaware that most of their life was pwned because they spent most of it in looking for something that didn't exist.
So, our society has such people. Hitler's dead. So, who takes care of them now? The answer is, they themselves.
Fortunately, the good thing with us self-pwners is, they don't need to be taken care of. They live in a world of their own(they have problems even there, so they find it difficult to get out of that world as well). They fit into the society like nuts and bolts that are covered by the more attractive parts of a vehicle. They are happy as long as they aren't aware of themselves.
What happens then?
Well, they evolve. Over the course of time, self-pwners evolve into fantastic losers. They have this magnanimous ability to set examples that shouldn't be emulated. They make fantastic comedians, only they are not lucky enough to be shown on TV. But, they don't really care. They can't really care. They are, after all, the ugly ducklings that never read "The Ugly Duckling."
Fortunately, the others around them keep them away from "The Ugly Duckling" and other pathways they might find of getting out of breaking the jinx of recurring self-pwning events. They make such a convenient addition to the free past-times the world runs after.
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