Ialdabaoth -> RE: What do you do when at club everyone is owned or together all the time and you don't get to play (6/9/2009 2:43:06 PM)
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ORIGINAL: Apocalypso Iald. Read this. http://divalion.livejournal.com/163615.html Yep. This is all 100% accurate, as far as it goes. Of course, from the other side, there's reasons why Mr. Nice Guy is bitter, cynical, has low self esteem, and is so desperate that he acts like women "owe him something". It's absolutely true that the universe does not owe you love and affection, just like the universe does not owe you food or water. Hell, the universe doesn't owe you AIR - but isn't it funny how we thrash around when we're drowning. Here's a sad fact, which maybe flogger doesn't need to hear right now - hell, which no one thinks they "need" to hear, but which we all desperately need to acknowledge as a society before we can shake all this weirdness out: Not all people are created equal. And some people, often through utterly no fault of their own, don't deserve to succeed. They didn't do anything to "deserve" failure, it's just an incidental part of who they are that everyone else just plain doesn't give a shit about them, they aren't pretty/charismatic/clever enough to make other people want them, and so they're basically just dead weight. But we can't actually say that, because what's next? Concentration camps and Zyklon B? So instead, we just let these people suffer through their long, torturous, miserable, useless lives, and gather a small amount of smug self-satisfaction that at least we're better than them. It's funny - if someone is mentally or physically handicapped, we bend over backwards as a society to try to accomodate them. We air Friday After-School Specials and Very Special Episodes of Maury Povich and Full House and god-knows-what-else to show how much we care, how much we're doing to carry their weight, since we know they can't carry it themselves. But you show me someone who's socially handicapped, and oh boy! I get to verbally abuse him, kick his feet out from under him every time he's about to figure something out, remind her how fat and ugly she is every time she tries to reach out to others, tell him it's all his fault every time someone beams him that subconsciously-driven flicker of disgust (no matter how hard they try to hide it)... and then, decades later, we tell her that she just needs to "get over it", that she's still bitter from being picked on in grade school, and that the rest of us have moved on. Hell, if we're lucky, he'll be socially awkward and "creepy" enough that we can pin some sort of crime on him, and throw him off to be anally dominated by someone in an 8x10 cell for a few years - and God do we love to joke about it. So yeah. These people are creepy, they're icky, and they're useless. And they just won't go away. Damn them.
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