While this weekend was a nice one indoors, the world outside hasn't been kind enough to me and most of the people that I'm really close to.
Perhaps it's just me though then that would just spell hyper paranoia in my case but I just can't help but not kill people with kindness and kill them with curses in my thoughts instead.
While most readers of my blogs might also be NPCs, there are two three kinds of people in my librarium of humanities (which is to say one part of my mind where I try hard to "socialize"). These people are the people that I know, the good NPCs and the bad NPCs. I've just had about enough of these bad NPCs.
No, I don't label people based on their stereotypes. If you're what many people call a Good Guy Greg or a Scumbag Steve or a Yolo Douche, I don't care, that's their opinion. I start caring when interactions start to happen.
NPCs becomes bad when they start to piss me off. The mere look in their eyes, surveying me from head to foot then laughing as if I was a lower life form then they are, or when they try desperately to degrade others, these kind of deeds really wrenches me.
But then again, there's nothing I can do because the moment I kill one of them, the rest of them wins against me. So it's a situation where the one who gets bullied also loses.
Completely and utterly depressing.
Perhaps it's just me though then that would just spell hyper paranoia in my case but I just can't help but not kill people with kindness and kill them with curses in my thoughts instead.
While most readers of my blogs might also be NPCs, there are two three kinds of people in my librarium of humanities (which is to say one part of my mind where I try hard to "socialize"). These people are the people that I know, the good NPCs and the bad NPCs. I've just had about enough of these bad NPCs.
No, I don't label people based on their stereotypes. If you're what many people call a Good Guy Greg or a Scumbag Steve or a Yolo Douche, I don't care, that's their opinion. I start caring when interactions start to happen.
NPCs becomes bad when they start to piss me off. The mere look in their eyes, surveying me from head to foot then laughing as if I was a lower life form then they are, or when they try desperately to degrade others, these kind of deeds really wrenches me.
But then again, there's nothing I can do because the moment I kill one of them, the rest of them wins against me. So it's a situation where the one who gets bullied also loses.
Completely and utterly depressing.
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