Have I ever told you that I love everything about christmas except the fucking presents?
"…and then tumblr comments became nothing more that a chain reaction of self righteous indignation where everything can be reduced to good vs evil and any attempt to look into the possibility of more complex scenarios it’s undoubtedly looked as an act of aggression"
- fragment of a large piece about comments and debates on the internet, a piece that I never wrote but often think about.
This is why tumblr is becoming stale and dumb.
You either spend time mindlessly reblogging or you spend time getting angry at the “evils of the world” and the people who try to argue that it isn’t like that and that the world is a lot more complicated.
Or you spend time in the fringes of the site, trying very hard not to get pissed off at the general stupidity.
But what do I know? i’m just another middle class white cis hetero non-otherkin non-fat non-furry dude. Obviously my opinion is irrelevant.
I’m posting this for future chances of telling someone to shut the fuck up, like I skilfully have done all day today at work because toothache.
I should close my facebook or at least resist the temptation to look at all the fucking pictures of the people that add me.
But she has read the entire EL James, Cassandra Clare, Rachel Mead, Dan Brown and Suzzane Collins bibliography.
People then ask why do I get angry about this.
… I remember having this longass conversation with my PC monitor about Sharwyn while playing Neverwinters Nights with a Paladin which included boobies, the fact that she wasn’t real, and how dumb her AI was at times that resulted in me writing a FAQ about paladins and theorizing she was Daelan’s (a half-orc who was literally a wall of muscle) girlfriend and that she was playing with my - probably chaste, maybe virgin - paladin’s feelings.
For some reason, it feels pretty fucking fitting she’s based on Catherine Zeta Jones and finding about this today feels like it’s been a long time coming and it was about damn time.
To this day I’m not sure my monitor ever paid attention to me, but it was a pretty satisfying chat and a clear sign that I had lost grip of reality while playing that game.
(Playing Baldur’s Gate II was even worse)
Actually, now, i’m back.
I’ve been a bit annoyed at Tumblr’s recent changes and the general community, not to mention busy as fuck. I don’t really give a shit but i’d rather play DOTA2 and watch movie than scroll my life away here now.
… I just watched a softcore porn image set and all the “i want to have sex” feelings I had just kinda went away.
brain how does it fucking work