I still think we should get everyone back together next week for the sake of bashing MR: Forever. I know that we're in Finals season, but it would be nice to relive some of the old fun, if only for a day or so.
I did not read that and I don't imagine I ever will. I'm assuming you did read it. How was it?
Don't know yet, out next week.
Dude, this thread's been online for almost six years.
Also I'm not dead.
Also I'm not dead.
Well, that's a relief! How's school/writing going?
I had a bunch of writing-intensive classes this semester, so I didn't get any time to write for myself until the last couple weeks. I did get to do some cool work assembling a narrative out of Cold War-era medical documents.
That makes me feel old.
And always good to hear! How's life and whatnot?
i have been very well, actually. college is finally paying off in terms of making me happy and social (and smart, of course). and, on that front, i've made a heel-face turn of sorts and become an optimist and a raging idealist. c'est la vie.
Glad to hear it! :D
my blogging style, sad to say, has gone completely tumblr native. no longer a member of the grammarian society am i. who needs capital letters, though?
...It's like I don't even know you anymore. Farewell, Contra! Alas, what we had once is no more!
(we weren't that creepy. like, maybe a little creepy. we talked about torture maybe slightlymore than your average internet user. eh.)
Oh, we were hella creepy.
i don't want to push the boundaries of sharing information with creepy internet friends from a few years ago (this is such a weird relationship to have with someone), but what's your life like?? have you changed? (i've changed--i think in a good way, although i suppose that's debatable. my internet voice definitely sounds different)
Not the weirdest relationship I've ever had, but definitely a close second. (Weirdest is with my past and future selves. We're sort of at war.)
And things are...ok. Good and bad. I've changed quite a bit, mostly in the sense that I've gotten to know myself a bit better.
On the positive side, I no longer hate myself! I don't remember if I ever told you (Probably not, because I'm unhealthily paranoid and it isn't exactly the sort of thing you can expect people to be accepting of besides), but back in the day I came to the realisation that, as I wasn't attracted to men, women, or octopus (Dem hectocotyli), I was a pedophile.
Needless to say, this had a negative impact on my self-esteem.
To make a short story shorter, I spent a couple years beating myself up over a dumb misunderstanding.
Moving on! To, um, bad things. Fun.
As I mentioned, I've become a lot more negative. Every year, every day, things just seem worse than before. People are homeless, people are suffering...I could go into detail, but I have to go to work (Oh yeah, I'm working part time. All play and no work makes Fake wound up and prone to going cuckoo. Like a clock) in a few minutes and feel the urge to explain just why this is. It's something I only realised a day or two ago.
Simply put, my empathy is broken. Half-there. When other people suffer, I feel bad for them--that part is working as well as ever.
The positive stuff, on the other hand? When good things happen to good people?
I feel nothing.
When I learned that you were doing well, I was happy, but it was an intellectual happiness--nothing emotional. And while there are worse psychological conditions (I'm not even sure what you would call this) it means that, whenever I watch the news or read about the world or interact with the rest of humanity in any way, it either makes me feel bad or I don't feel anything at all.
Needless to say, this has coloured my worldview, and the worst part is that I don't even know if I'm right or not. If there really is more suffering than joy, with everyone else is too caught up in their own struggles to notice it, or if I'm wrong and just completely deluded.
Finally got my hands on MR9, and this one's a bit of a doozy. We've got named characters dieing. I'll update this thread as I run into them.
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