I think you all have a mental disorder where you always need to like pretend like you’re in a role even though like you don’t really fit the bill for that role, and then literally every single thing has to support that delusional view, or else you turn into monsters and hurt people. It’s so gross to me. It’s like once no one is there, nobody is looking, you all take out your cosplay lab coat and your play stethoscope and you all take turns sticking s*** up each others assholes. And we’re all just supposed to “go along with it” like yes you are in fact a doctor, simply because the white lab coat and the stethoscope of course. Look, I am playing a doctor like I saw on YouTube on my iPad.
Ok now take your medicine. Lay down. *Stick stethoscope on bottom of foot pad* hmmm interesting…. *shove stethsocope rods up a*** hmmm…. I believe you have a** cancer of the face.
Like great, you like to pretend and it makes it so you don’t feel the bad feelings or whatever the f*** reason you all do this pretend s*** for.
It’s like, the moment, someone sets something down, and it’s not their’s anymore, you guys all flock to it and take it as your own and act like it’s been yours forever and not been anything but yours and anyone is f****** stupid and/or insane for thinking otherwise even though LITERALLY its not yours at all and you just picked it up and started acting like it was, because there wasn’t anything there to stop you. But because there isn’t anyone around to refute what you’re talking about, you all just start dancing around because now you can sit there and say and do anything because there simply isn’t anyone there to contest the situation.
It’s a load of s***. This is how you guys try to manage your issues, you pretend that you’re something you’re not, like all the time non-stop. Like, as if, that was the whole purpose of everything to begin with, to pretend like you are something. NO. NO. NO. Those people on those YouTube videos from pre-1990 weren’t f****** pretending, people had personalities and life stories back then, they made their own choices.
There wasn’t a camera every 5 feet and cell phones and text messaging and the internet etc… I dunno how to say it, I feel like with so many things, you guys do it backwards or the other way.
It’s like they acted that way as a product of their training and life experiences and how they forged themselves as a person, through learning etc… Like the way they acted, was a byproduct, of what they did, it wasn’t the goal itself. But you guys all seem to see it like acting that way is the end itself. Like you skip the 2 years of grueling practice, and instead just put on the outfit and act like I have to treat you as if you did 2 years of grueling practice but you didn’t.
So basically I think this s*** is a mental disorder, it is such a hard f****** pattern that is basically visible in like half of you at least.
It’s the same phenomena with ‘Century Homes’. All you gay faggots, no offense, are all buying ‘Century Homes.’ It’s like some d********* s***. It’s like these are the people, that oppressed gay people for decades or whatever and f*** them they’re dead and f*** them again we’re living in their house now! It’s like standing on top of your defeated opponent. But like, they’re dead… so like, to me it doesn’t really mean anything, like, once something is dead like it’s just as valid as a rock or something, anyone can stand on a f****** rock. It’s the living s*** that matters.
Like all of a sudden, I’m supposed to have the same level of respect for you, because you ‘have a century home’ which is a neat thing, old houses are cool, but like I get the feeling like you are expecting like I should have the same amount of respect for you as if I should have for the people that lived there before. Like, all of sudden, you’re like a ‘classic’ person now without ever having done or lived a drop of classic in your entire physical existence.
But like, you just walked over and sat down.
Like the people before, maybe built that s***, brick by brick, they ran the electrical, they did the plumbing, they cut the wood, they mowed the lawn, they painted, they planted the grass, they built everything themselves. They put their entire life into that thing, and then a year after they’re dead, you just walk in and ‘now you’re that same level of person’ as the dude who was just there, simply because you grabbed his s*** and are parading around with it.
It’s sad to me. You can just do these things yourself. You don’t have to pretend. But maybe this is my old person perspective, and I don’t get why you do what you do. But really, I think you’ve just verbally/mentally beaten and abused me so many times, I’ve began to doubt my own feelings. You are all so f****** mean. This is all so you don’t have to deal with your own s***. I hope one day you guys deal with your own s*** on your own time yourself. Instead of abusing other people as a way to cope with your own b*******/insecurities. Other people have feelings and you are hurting them.
Not everyone had their personality zeroed out and deleted from too much Google playlist.
I think the truth is, you can do these things yourself.
Or maybe, the ‘reward’ that you get from doing it the way you are, is far greater than what you imagine it would be if you did it classicly, like for real, genuinely. But the truth is, you’re probably just weak. You can’t turn away the gratification because it’s too easy to get. If it’s harder than jerking off, you people won’t do it. And you all collectively put up this front like it’s serious but I think you’re all cackling in the background behind it all. You all know you’re fucked up. It’s part a being a monster. You’re f****** monsters.
It’s literally the same exact architecture, mentally. And you all do this, over, and over. I see it everywhere I go, literally, f****** everywhere. This is a definite pattern. I just wish more people talked about it openly. But you know what happens if we try to talk about it openly, you’ll basically DDOS the whole thing and nobody will talk about it anymore. It’s all so you don’t have to directly tackle your issues.
I hope you all get what is coming to you one day, I hope I get to live to see the day, though I might not.