The sheep goes 'baa'.

I know I'm rough to handle, to be with. To converse with, to debate with.

But does that ever make my points less valid? Just because I give them to someone bluntly and straight without the passion of emotion?

The past week and so has been... Weird. I've been dealing with people lying about their reality persona, people getting upset without much need. And once again, several people leaning into my shoulder a bit much.

I listened. I gave my opinion. I'm hated.

And on top of that, I cannot indulge my fantasies of perspective. My so precious roleplay has been stripped from me. I get it when I want it, but I realized... I have very, very few serious roleplayers. Those I can take a role and indulge into it well over time, rather than just simple quickie scenes for indulgance of their libidos.

Everything isn't as smooth as it should be for everyone else. Yet am I so detached that things move smoothly for me? Am I like the bubbling brook in the forest? Rushing over things that should be obstacles and reason to stop and observe?

Am I really that cold?

Yes, I am. Get the fuck over it.

For the hord... Er.. Honor. Stupid WoW.

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