I'm not as heartless as most people think I am, most especially my older sibling. She thinks that I'm crude, rude, insensitive, childish, and immature with no sense of responsibility. It hurts me because I'm not. Do I have to be mature all the damn time? Do I have to learn how to fucking drive when I experienced first hand crashing into someone when she, my older sibling, was behind the steering wheel? Do I have to fucking mind what I say when someone tells me to tell them the truth knowing full well that it will inevitable hurt because the truth always hurts?? I'm nothing special, I'm most certainly not the golden child - she is. I'm the taken for granted youngest child. People always say that being the youngest is actually the easiest but, no. Everyone who says that is telling a lie. Everyone always tells you to grow up, to bear responsibility, or to be more sensitive about your surroundings or the people around you. All my life, I have tried to please everyone by being respectful to them, pretending to be okay when in reality I'm not, and doing the best I can in every situation. I've been abandoned, betrayed, used by people and still, I try to be alright. Nobody ever asked me if I'm fine. Because I'm fucking busy trying to get my shit together because my older sister keeps on telling me to mature. I'm tired of trying to please them. Sometimes, I just want to run away and go somewhere far, far away where they can't reach me but, the truth is I'm scared. I'm afraid that if I run, I'll do it as my defense mechanism. I'm not scared of being alone because I've felt that all my life, more so now that I'm an adult. I'm always placing a lid on my emotions because I don't want to offend anyone but, I'm just tired now. The reason why I'm even posting this is because my sibling just said to me earlier that I don't care for people and it triggered me. She always acts as if she can do no wrong, like she knows everything and that she's holier-than-thou. Its fucking irritating me. I don't say anything back to her when she says shit to me because I don't want to fight with her but, I'm so close to just exploding. I don't want to cause any trouble in my family. All I really want is to rant all what I'm feeling to anyone because I have no friends and no close relatives. So yeah, I'm sad, tired, and close to going crazy.
What is your biggest pet peeve right now?
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It is foolish for a game developer to try to turn the tables on a victim when they are the one actively seeking them out online. This behavior shows a lack of professionalism and respect, as it suggests the developer is engaging in harassment rather than addressing any issues in a constructive way. Instead of resolving conflicts or improving the situation, such actions can escalate tensions, cause emotional harm, and damage the trust between players and developers.
Moreover, targeting someone repeatedly, especially if they are trying to avoid or disengage, demonstrates a misuse of influence and power. Developers should focus on creating a positive, fair environment rather than engaging in personal vendettas. Turning the tables in this scenario only undermines their credibility and can lead to further negativity, making it a short-sighted and ultimately unproductive approach.
Nobody is obligated to participate in social engineering or any form of manipulation related to a Chinese social score system, especially within a game about playing as a dinosaur. Such systems are designed to influence behavior in real life, often involving monitoring and judging individuals based on various actions. Engaging in or supporting these systems is a personal choice, and participation is not mandatory.
In the context of a game about playing as a dinosaur, the focus is on entertainment, creativity, and escape from real-world pressures. Forcing or pressuring players to engage in social engineering within a game contradicts the purpose of gaming as a voluntary and enjoyable activity. Players have the right to enjoy the game without being coerced into participating in real-world social control mechanisms, and no one should feel obligated to do so.
A person who bullies, harasses, or sabotages others has no legitimate grounds to believe they have the authority to dictate how the victim lives their life. Their behavior is rooted in control, insecurity, or a desire to dominate, not in any rightful or moral authority. Each individual has autonomy over their own life, choices, and boundaries. No one has the right to impose their will or dictate someone else's actions simply because they seek power or validation. Respecting others' independence and boundaries is fundamental to healthy relationships and societal coexistence. Therefore, any attempt by such a person to control or influence another’s life without consent is unjustified and unacceptable.
Rebelling against a hater who constantly bullies, harasses, attacks, sabotages, and demeans is a completely normal and understandable reaction. When someone repeatedly mistreats or harms you, it's natural to feel anger, frustration, and a desire to stand up for yourself. Such reactions are rooted in self-preservation and the innate human need for respect and safety. Defending yourself against ongoing negativity is a healthy response to protect your well-being and maintain your dignity. Remember, resisting or pushing back against harmful behavior is a valid way to assert your boundaries and seek resolution or relief from the abuse.
So why wont ukraine give up the $5 Billion dollars and the no bell piece price to the amercan emperor trump to get a potential temporary cease fire attempt?
This is only halfway true—if even that.
Money comes with strings attached. All of it. The more you have the more strings. And those strings will attach themselves to you as well if you happen to be the one holding it.
People like the Sacklers for example didn’t begin their journey to wealth by being inherently evil. The strings got a hold of them and they began a co-dependent relationship with what money represents to them which is power and control. Dave Chappelle put this beautifully one time by asking during an interview something to the effect of ‘what is really the difference in lifestyle between having $30 Million & $60 Million?’
They lost touch with Humanity for it. I bet you even with all of that wealth and ‘freedom’ those types are empty and miserable. How else can you do the things it takes to amass that much wealth with complete disregard for your fellow man? *It’s because they’re no longer a fellow of humanity.*
I don’t believe in a Soul in the biblical sense or a heaven and hell nor do I need to believe that he was the Son of God to hear the absolute wisdom in what Jesus Christ of Nazareth meant by pointing out that it is easier for a camel to pass through a needle than it is for someone who is rich to enter the kingdom of God.
Those people will never enjoy Peace. And that’s their own doing. For a more lighthearted version of that same concept consider the ‘Curse’ in pirates of the Caribbean:
> There be the chest. Inside be the gold. And we took 'em all. We spent 'em and traded 'em and frittered 'em away on drink and food and pleasurable company. The more we gave 'em away, the more we came to realize the drink would not satisfy, food turned to ash in our mouths, and all the pleasurable company in the world could not slake our lust. We are cursed men, Miss Turner. Compelled by greed, we were, but now we are consumed by it. There is one way we can end our curse. All the scattered pieces of the Aztec gold must be restored and the blood repaid.
Who the fuck wants that? Imagine not being able to enjoy something as simple as grilling burgers and hot dogs with your neighbors. Or simply being able to enjoy the company of people you love just for their own sake without any machinations towards their destinies to protect this pile of paper that has costed so much and demands even more.
We aren’t the ‘cogs in the machine.’ They are. When I go home I go home to my family and we are able to enjoy our time together because we can appreciate simplicity with the understanding that it’s our connection to each other that makes it so enjoyable. So yeah I go and work hard and come home with a lot less than they do. I come home tired and at times exasperated and overwhelmed. But there’s an earnestness and honesty about that they no longer have the capacity to appreciate or even recognize and as Bob Ross put it ‘you need the dark to bring out the light.’
You, I, my family and yours are in genuine Communion. They are not.
And they’re all the more foolish for it.
Way too many have this magical thinking that protests will just change everything if you get enough people to it.
Protests that don't shut down the city that lawmakers are in are nothing more than angry parties. You can protest with as many people as you want, if it's not right before an election or in DC then it's not going to do anything.
The difference between us in America and say China is we can say anything we want because we have no power to change things. Freedom of speech means little when the people have no real power. Freedom to protest in a way that doesn't block anything and doesn't inconvenience anyone has no actual power to do anything. At most it can tell a politician that a lot of people are upset, something polls already do a better job at.
Most people live their entire lives in a system designed to drain them — mentally, physically, spiritually. We’re taught to go into debt at 18, chase degrees that serve corporations, work jobs that barely let us live, and call that freedom. Meanwhile, the rich buy their way out of the very rules we’re punished for breaking. It’s not just unfair — it’s engineered. And the scariest part? We all know it, but we still set our alarms for 6 a.m. like good little cogs.
i made something expressing how i feel but its not complete, i hope you guys are nice since this is my first time doing this
Why? Why does it hurt? This feeling…..is it heartbreak?, sadness? No. its rejection. I was with you then, bought you food, sponsored your bike rental at burnham, I don’t know why I was suddenly generous, but…when I saw you for the first time, ….i felt….weird. Your eyes were the first thing I noticed, hazel brown….with the light shining back at me. I….was mesmerized. Then your body…lean but not too much, muscles perfectly exaggerated with your tight shirt ,perfect pecks. Its too much….yet I cant look away.. Your voice, deep but soft. With every word you spoke, It felt as if I was back in my elementary days....so focused on what you were saying…
Days pass….we get close, and I still have yet to understand this feeling, I know it though…..love, affection, attraction… but is it really? I cant handle it….fighting the urge to just…wrap you in my arms. And be with you till you leave, why? Why is it so hard to describe? Is it love? Is it affection? Or simple attraction? Why is it that when I think of you my heart skips a beat? WHY…
We talk more, I learn more.
I learned you liked someone…someone I know….whom I stand no chance with. It hurts, I still don’t know WHY. Why is it that I feel different around you, why is it that whenever we talk…I get pulled in and the small talk turns to a full on conversation. So many questions… about what? Obvious affection? a simple crush? …is it more than that?
I hate this feeling, my chest…hurts as if someone died..
When we sat alone in that stage, I felt bliss..happy just to be with you. I didn’t care how many people were staring, I just wanted to be with you….but…I guess you had other plans.
When I was ranting to you then, you listened. You cared.
When we were chatting on messenger a while ago I was just asking if you had my umbrella…I left it the night before, from volleyball practice. You said no and continued to say “huh sorry but I hadn’t taken an umbrella” you then proceed to send a photo with the caption “this Is the only thing I got”. I was confused, what did he get that he had to tell me….the I opened it….two hands intertwined, yours and…..a girls hand?
My heart dropped