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Re: Hate Thread
But then yer clothes will be CLEAN!
But then yer clothes will be CLEAN!
I hate.. self-obsession. It's claiming more and more of my friends, people I respect, like, and generally want to be around.
It starts slow. They have a bad day. They get dumped. They get cheated on. They talk about it. They feel better. Except.. they don't. They keep talking about it, and how crap it makes them feel. The next day. The next week. Their situation seems to just get worse and worse, and they can't possibly do anything about it - anything they do would just make it worse.
Then the paranoia. They're being targeted. Some divine being doesn't like them. Everyone else is playing games with them. Everyone else is out to get them. Someone has stolen all their left shoes.
Then they change their name, online identity. Words like "Dark", "Depressed", "Shadow", or "Worthless" start to creep into their usernames. They develop strange mental disorders only they can recognise and diagnose. They develop a "Dark" alternate personality.
Then they won't leave you alone. If you're online, the siege is on. Fought with not catapults, but with PMs, instant messengers, voice chats. "Even if you can't speak, can you please listen for me?"
It contamines their online dealings. Games you used to play with them, and enjoyed. Shared interests. Before long, everything just seems full of crap. Their viewpoints bleed into yours, and -you- get depressed.
...I hate that. And I especially hate that it doesn't have to be that way. People who suffer real tragedy... they move on, they live with it. Not everyone has to cry, not everyone has to spiral into darkness and despair. They do this to themselves, and it takes everyone around them with it. I can't stand this.
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I hate.. self-obsession. It's claiming more and more of my friends, people I respect, like, and generally want to be around.
It starts slow. They have a bad day. They get dumped. They get cheated on. They talk about it. They feel better. Except.. they don't. They keep talking about it, and how crap it makes them feel. The next day. The next week. Their situation seems to just get worse and worse, and they can't possibly do anything about it - anything they do would just make it worse.
Then the paranoia. They're being targeted. Some divine being doesn't like them. Everyone else is playing games with them. Everyone else is out to get them. Someone has stolen all their left shoes.
Then they change their name, online identity. Words like "Dark", "Depressed", "Shadow", or "Worthless" start to creep into their usernames. They develop strange mental disorders only they can recognise and diagnose. They develop a "Dark" alternate personality.
Then they won't leave you alone. If you're online, the siege is on. Fought with not catapults, but with PMs, instant messengers, voice chats. "Even if you can't speak, can you please listen for me?"
It contaminates their online dealings. Games you used to play with them, and enjoyed. Shared interests. Before long, everything just seems full of crap. Their viewpoints bleed into yours, and -you- get depressed.
...I hate that. And I especially hate that it doesn't have to be that way. People who suffer real tragedy... they move on, they live with it. Not everyone has to cry, not everyone has to spiral into darkness and despair. They do this to themselves, and it takes everyone around them with it. I can't stand this.
P
I hate how Code Geass ended so abruptly,
Best Mecha anime IMO. Soo much to consider... War tacics, traps, the Knightmares and weapon systems... So many headaches I gave myself invisioning current parameters and ways around them while still attempting to stay within the ever shifting rules in the ready made world of Geass
It was beautiful to look at and stimulated my logial side... And now its gone...
I hate.. self-obsession. It's claiming more and more of my friends, people I respect, like, and generally want to be around.
It starts slow. They have a bad day. They get dumped. They get cheated on. They talk about it. They feel better. Except.. they don't. They keep talking about it, and how crap it makes them feel. The next day. The next week. Their situation seems to just get worse and worse, and they can't possibly do anything about it - anything they do would just make it worse.
Then the paranoia. They're being targeted. Some divine being doesn't like them. Everyone else is playing games with them. Everyone else is out to get them. Someone has stolen all their left shoes.
Then they change their name, online identity. Words like "Dark", "Depressed", "Shadow", or "Worthless" start to creep into their usernames. They develop strange mental disorders only they can recognise and diagnose. They develop a "Dark" alternate personality.
Then they won't leave you alone. If you're online, the siege is on. Fought with not catapults, but with PMs, instant messengers, voice chats. "Even if you can't speak, can you please listen for me?"
It contaminates their online dealings. Games you used to play with them, and enjoyed. Shared interests. Before long, everything just seems full of crap. Their viewpoints bleed into yours, and -you- get depressed.
...I hate that. And I especially hate that it doesn't have to be that way. People who suffer real tragedy... they move on, they live with it. Not everyone has to cry, not everyone has to spiral into darkness and despair. They do this to themselves, and it takes everyone around them with it. I can't stand this.
P