I’ve always wanted to open my wrists in a public place, to traumatize everyone around me. They’ll probably celebrate my death, so I won’t give them the satisfaction of doing it quietly in a dark corner. I’m not mean enough to be violent towards others, though. But no one’s ever grateful for all the times I’ve exercised self-restraint. Oh well.
The world is going to shit, anyway. It’s a shame about all the loss of biodiversity. Nature was always my refuge, but humanity destroys all things good. I won’t care when they destroy themselves. It’s only a matter of time…
Man you really just want to prove how genuinely unhinged you are and how little you’ve done to grow, huh?
No one who has actually had serious self-growth would ever in a fucking million years want to force other people to want to watch them commit suicide to punish them.
Seriously, my ex did that shit to me. Why? Because we were in an argument about how I had cancer and was working full-time, did all the cooking, cleaning, shopping, and life planning and she sat on her butt at home. So she decided to tell me I never really loved her and tried to force me watch her kill herself because I had the fucking audacity to ask for help after I had been struggling with cancer for a year already. It has left me all fucked up, but the only people I blame for that is her and me specifically. Her for being so petty as to try to force me to watch her kill herself (by trying to swallow all my cancer meds no less) after over a decade of basically being her caretaker, and myself for not having the balls to make a boundary earlier before she tried to do this fucked up thing to me. Anyway, good job, you successfully triggered me over some fucked up shit I’ve been through.
No one who has ever done the work and experienced real growth would ever do that to another person, especially not just random people as you seem to be implying you would do it to. You are deeply fucked up, and you have made no growth as much as you lie to yourself that you have. If you ever had any real serious personal growth, you wouldn’t ever be saying shit like that you fucking sociopath. Like that’s the whole thing, you’ve said an unimaginable amount of selfish fucked up things here today, shifted goalposts from “there’s a double standard” to “well she grew past her trauma but not everyone grows past their trauma like me for example”, and have generally been one of the biggest fucking whiners I have ever encountered, but even when you admitted that you purposefully push people away because it’s easier to be an angry angsty asshole who feels sorry for themselves than it is to actually be a decent human being, you still haven’t put two and two together that you haven’t actually grown at all and you’re the actual fucking problem here and maybe, just maybe, that you are the reason people don’t like you, not the cruel cruel world.
I mean, even if humans didn’t destroy themselves, it’s not like the heat death of the universe isn’t inescapable. Yawn, what a load of existential crisis bollocks. You’re pathetic.
Like I said, it’s clear you get off on trying to be so terrible that people hate you. Don’t worry, if and when you do that, all those people you force to see it will have very, very justifiable reasons to fucking hate you and be glad you’re dead. Mostly because you had so little empathy as to think they deserved to suffer simply because you suffered people being big meanies to you. Once again, wanting to make others suffer because you have suffered speaks to something being deeply wrong with you, instead of you not wanting others to suffer as you have. As I said before, your attitude and beliefs make this a self-fulfilling prophecy. Your unwillingness to learn and try to change is your choice alone. You have zero desire to do better or grow, as much as you like to pretend you do.
When you decided to switch to personal insults, I stopped caring about your feelings.
instead of you not wanting others to suffer as you have
I used to want to change the world so that others wouldn’t suffer like I have, but when people decided to view that as a weakness and exploit the vulnerability by heaping piles of extra suffering on top of me, it beat me down and after a while of that it kind of turned my plot arc into that supervillain origin story with an underwhelming conclusion due to my lack of superpowers.
The world has never taken responsibility for its role in making me what I am. I had potential, but they’d rather see me fail and suffer than live in a world where I had the satisfaction of making the world a better place. They wouldn’t tolerate me being compassionate. They chose suffering, and then they complain when the suffering envelops them too. They thought I would be the only one who suffered, a convenient and well-behaved scapegoat. Well, I’m not so docile, and I don’t have sympathy for a world that had no sympathy for me.
You have zero desire to do better or grow, as much as you like to pretend you do.
You’ve clearly misinterpreted what I said. I said I put effort into growth for years in the past, but when it proved to be futile I gave up on it. That implies that I don’t care anymore, so it’s still logically consistent. Is trying the same thing over and over and expected a different conclusion not the definition of insanity?
I’m sorry but you clearly didn’t care about me or anyone else’s feelings in this conversation long before I resorted to rightfully insulting you.
The world has never taken responsibility for its role in making me what I am. I had potential, but they’d rather see me fail and suffer than live in a world where I had the satisfaction of making the world a better place. They wouldn’t tolerate me being compassionate. They chose suffering, and then they complain when the suffering envelops them too. They thought I would be the only one who suffered, a convenient and well-behaved scapegoat. Well, I’m not so docile, and I don’t have sympathy for a world that had no sympathy for me.
If you really believe this about the world, let me repeat myself as I have over and over again and you clearly still don’t get it: if you really believe this, you never actually experienced any real growth at all nor do you have real empathy for others. You can lie to yourself and say you “gave up” on it all you want, but the reality is anyone who actually had experienced real growth would have never, ever come to these conclusions to begin with, ergo, you have not actually grown or used any of the skills you claim to have. You never did. It’s a convenient lie you tell yourself to justify being a shiftless piece of shit who loves being hated because it fulfills your victimhood complex.
You’ve clearly misinterpreted what I said.
No, no, you’ve just not been aware of how much of yourself you’ve really revealed with all you’ve said here today, and it isn’t anywhere near a misinterpretation, it’s a lunatic who will never have enough self reflection to really see themselves and understand their own failings instead of blaming the entire world for every single little slight they have ever experienced. Like I said, you’re a fucking loser like Donald Trump, a fucking whinger and whiner who takes no responsibility for themselves, their actions, or what they’ve said. You’ve made that exceedingly clear, even if you’re too oblivious to realize how you’ve done so. You are what you hate so much about the world, wrapped up in a neat little bow. No wonder you want others to hate you so badly, because deep down you must hate yourself something awful because somewhere inside you recognize this in yourself and hate yourself for it. Yet, like Trump, you want to make others suffer for your own personal failings more than you want to do better an atone for any of it. And that is what makes you worthy of derisive words.
I’m gonna paint you a picture with words, because I don’t have skills with pixels.
Imagine there’s a bucket. Maybe it’s been sitting in a forgotten corner for a long time, filled with cobwebs and debris from disuse.
The bucket decides it wants to improve itself, so it cleans itself up and sets itself out somewhere someone might make good use of it.
People see the bucket, but it doesn’t look new, it doesn’t look clean, so they don’t want to use it for nice things like carrying water. But the bucket waits patiently, hoping someone will put it to good use.
Well it sits out for a while, and people regularly walk past, and those people are carrying cups overflowing with hate.
The people pour their cups of hate into the bucket. The bucket lets them do this because, after all, it wants to be put to good use, and giving people a place to pour out their hate seems like it might be helpful.
So people continue pouring their hate into this bucket, until the bucket starts overflowing. Then people get angry at the bucket because it’s overflowing with hate. They say “that’s an evil bucket, it’s filled with hate!” Forgetting that they themselves were the ones who poured the hate into the bucket in the first place.
What did the people expect? They filled the bucket with hate and now they wonder why it isn’t overflowing with honey?
Sooner or later, someone knocks the bucket over, and all the hate pours out. Then everyone blames the bucket. “It shouldn’t have been filled with hate! Now the hate is spilled everywhere!” Well, it was their hate in the first place, and the bucket gave them a place to pour it so it wouldn’t be spilling on themselves while they were walking.
But the people move on, and forget about the bucket. Eventually someone sees the bucket and says “That’s a useless bucket. It’s on its side! It can’t hold anything like that!”
So the person sets the bucket upright and says “There, now the bucket can be useful.” Then the person moves on.
The people walking by see an empty bucket, and find that it’s a very convenient place to pour out their hate…
I’ve always wanted to open my wrists in a public place, to traumatize everyone around me. They’ll probably celebrate my death, so I won’t give them the satisfaction of doing it quietly in a dark corner. I’m not mean enough to be violent towards others, though. But no one’s ever grateful for all the times I’ve exercised self-restraint. Oh well.
The world is going to shit, anyway. It’s a shame about all the loss of biodiversity. Nature was always my refuge, but humanity destroys all things good. I won’t care when they destroy themselves. It’s only a matter of time…
Man you really just want to prove how genuinely unhinged you are and how little you’ve done to grow, huh?
No one who has actually had serious self-growth would ever in a fucking million years want to force other people to want to watch them commit suicide to punish them.
Seriously, my ex did that shit to me. Why? Because we were in an argument about how I had cancer and was working full-time, did all the cooking, cleaning, shopping, and life planning and she sat on her butt at home. So she decided to tell me I never really loved her and tried to force me watch her kill herself because I had the fucking audacity to ask for help after I had been struggling with cancer for a year already. It has left me all fucked up, but the only people I blame for that is her and me specifically. Her for being so petty as to try to force me to watch her kill herself (by trying to swallow all my cancer meds no less) after over a decade of basically being her caretaker, and myself for not having the balls to make a boundary earlier before she tried to do this fucked up thing to me. Anyway, good job, you successfully triggered me over some fucked up shit I’ve been through.
No one who has ever done the work and experienced real growth would ever do that to another person, especially not just random people as you seem to be implying you would do it to. You are deeply fucked up, and you have made no growth as much as you lie to yourself that you have. If you ever had any real serious personal growth, you wouldn’t ever be saying shit like that you fucking sociopath. Like that’s the whole thing, you’ve said an unimaginable amount of selfish fucked up things here today, shifted goalposts from “there’s a double standard” to “well she grew past her trauma but not everyone grows past their trauma like me for example”, and have generally been one of the biggest fucking whiners I have ever encountered, but even when you admitted that you purposefully push people away because it’s easier to be an angry angsty asshole who feels sorry for themselves than it is to actually be a decent human being, you still haven’t put two and two together that you haven’t actually grown at all and you’re the actual fucking problem here and maybe, just maybe, that you are the reason people don’t like you, not the cruel cruel world.
I mean, even if humans didn’t destroy themselves, it’s not like the heat death of the universe isn’t inescapable. Yawn, what a load of existential crisis bollocks. You’re pathetic.
Demean me harder. Maybe it’ll finally give me the resolve to do it.
Like I said, it’s clear you get off on trying to be so terrible that people hate you. Don’t worry, if and when you do that, all those people you force to see it will have very, very justifiable reasons to fucking hate you and be glad you’re dead. Mostly because you had so little empathy as to think they deserved to suffer simply because you suffered people being big meanies to you. Once again, wanting to make others suffer because you have suffered speaks to something being deeply wrong with you, instead of you not wanting others to suffer as you have. As I said before, your attitude and beliefs make this a self-fulfilling prophecy. Your unwillingness to learn and try to change is your choice alone. You have zero desire to do better or grow, as much as you like to pretend you do.
When you decided to switch to personal insults, I stopped caring about your feelings.
I used to want to change the world so that others wouldn’t suffer like I have, but when people decided to view that as a weakness and exploit the vulnerability by heaping piles of extra suffering on top of me, it beat me down and after a while of that it kind of turned my plot arc into that supervillain origin story with an underwhelming conclusion due to my lack of superpowers.
The world has never taken responsibility for its role in making me what I am. I had potential, but they’d rather see me fail and suffer than live in a world where I had the satisfaction of making the world a better place. They wouldn’t tolerate me being compassionate. They chose suffering, and then they complain when the suffering envelops them too. They thought I would be the only one who suffered, a convenient and well-behaved scapegoat. Well, I’m not so docile, and I don’t have sympathy for a world that had no sympathy for me.
You’ve clearly misinterpreted what I said. I said I put effort into growth for years in the past, but when it proved to be futile I gave up on it. That implies that I don’t care anymore, so it’s still logically consistent. Is trying the same thing over and over and expected a different conclusion not the definition of insanity?
I’m sorry but you clearly didn’t care about me or anyone else’s feelings in this conversation long before I resorted to rightfully insulting you.
If you really believe this about the world, let me repeat myself as I have over and over again and you clearly still don’t get it: if you really believe this, you never actually experienced any real growth at all nor do you have real empathy for others. You can lie to yourself and say you “gave up” on it all you want, but the reality is anyone who actually had experienced real growth would have never, ever come to these conclusions to begin with, ergo, you have not actually grown or used any of the skills you claim to have. You never did. It’s a convenient lie you tell yourself to justify being a shiftless piece of shit who loves being hated because it fulfills your victimhood complex.
No, no, you’ve just not been aware of how much of yourself you’ve really revealed with all you’ve said here today, and it isn’t anywhere near a misinterpretation, it’s a lunatic who will never have enough self reflection to really see themselves and understand their own failings instead of blaming the entire world for every single little slight they have ever experienced. Like I said, you’re a fucking loser like Donald Trump, a fucking whinger and whiner who takes no responsibility for themselves, their actions, or what they’ve said. You’ve made that exceedingly clear, even if you’re too oblivious to realize how you’ve done so. You are what you hate so much about the world, wrapped up in a neat little bow. No wonder you want others to hate you so badly, because deep down you must hate yourself something awful because somewhere inside you recognize this in yourself and hate yourself for it. Yet, like Trump, you want to make others suffer for your own personal failings more than you want to do better an atone for any of it. And that is what makes you worthy of derisive words.
I’m gonna paint you a picture with words, because I don’t have skills with pixels.
Imagine there’s a bucket. Maybe it’s been sitting in a forgotten corner for a long time, filled with cobwebs and debris from disuse.
The bucket decides it wants to improve itself, so it cleans itself up and sets itself out somewhere someone might make good use of it.
People see the bucket, but it doesn’t look new, it doesn’t look clean, so they don’t want to use it for nice things like carrying water. But the bucket waits patiently, hoping someone will put it to good use.
Well it sits out for a while, and people regularly walk past, and those people are carrying cups overflowing with hate.
The people pour their cups of hate into the bucket. The bucket lets them do this because, after all, it wants to be put to good use, and giving people a place to pour out their hate seems like it might be helpful.
So people continue pouring their hate into this bucket, until the bucket starts overflowing. Then people get angry at the bucket because it’s overflowing with hate. They say “that’s an evil bucket, it’s filled with hate!” Forgetting that they themselves were the ones who poured the hate into the bucket in the first place.
What did the people expect? They filled the bucket with hate and now they wonder why it isn’t overflowing with honey?
Sooner or later, someone knocks the bucket over, and all the hate pours out. Then everyone blames the bucket. “It shouldn’t have been filled with hate! Now the hate is spilled everywhere!” Well, it was their hate in the first place, and the bucket gave them a place to pour it so it wouldn’t be spilling on themselves while they were walking.
But the people move on, and forget about the bucket. Eventually someone sees the bucket and says “That’s a useless bucket. It’s on its side! It can’t hold anything like that!”
So the person sets the bucket upright and says “There, now the bucket can be useful.” Then the person moves on.
The people walking by see an empty bucket, and find that it’s a very convenient place to pour out their hate…