Lmao all these assumptions and strawmen. It’s really not worth my time to respond to your incoherent ramble because I actually got my shit together. Good luck, don’t let your copium run out.
Why do they always say exactly that? As if I’m the one with the fucked coping mechanisms here, instead of responding to anything ive said, like its some sort of gotcha?
You’re not even responding to shit I said; youre just like three comments into trying to find an excuse why I’m someone you shouldn’t listen to, because compassion is too scary for you, but you would feel like such a huge ass arguing against the things I’ve said, and you know it.
A quixotic commitment to logic and reason, proven impossible to complete a century ago, even after Edward Bernays and ivy lee thrust a dagger unto the heart of truth? All realities that interacting with you really drives home. Its mildly frustrating, but it does also make me question, in little ways, if all of this is mad, and even if we can do better, we shouldn’t, and I should just be trying to maximize harm at all times.
I also think you’re a total asshole completely scared to have basic compassion or humanity, but, like, That’s more disappointing than frustrating, and not wholly unexpected.
Lmao all these assumptions and strawmen. It’s really not worth my time to respond to your incoherent ramble because I actually got my shit together. Good luck, don’t let your copium run out.
So you don’t deny any of it? Just deflect abd reassure yourself that ‘I have my shit together, so it can’t happen to me’
Cope
Why do they always say exactly that? As if I’m the one with the fucked coping mechanisms here, instead of responding to anything ive said, like its some sort of gotcha?
Are you mad?
You’re not even responding to shit I said; youre just like three comments into trying to find an excuse why I’m someone you shouldn’t listen to, because compassion is too scary for you, but you would feel like such a huge ass arguing against the things I’ve said, and you know it.
But why are you mad?
Why do I think I might be mad?
A quixotic commitment to logic and reason, proven impossible to complete a century ago, even after Edward Bernays and ivy lee thrust a dagger unto the heart of truth? All realities that interacting with you really drives home. Its mildly frustrating, but it does also make me question, in little ways, if all of this is mad, and even if we can do better, we shouldn’t, and I should just be trying to maximize harm at all times.
I also think you’re a total asshole completely scared to have basic compassion or humanity, but, like, That’s more disappointing than frustrating, and not wholly unexpected.
Damn but y are u mad though?