I don't know if you knew me back then, but way back in the olden days, I was a little kid. And I had my freaky mind powers and the voices of the imminently deceased babbling in the back of my head. KN knew me during this time. Maybe you also did. I'm not entirely sure, and you might have used time fuckery to realize this already. But anyway. Me and KN got to talking, and we were pretty good friends. But the thing is, I was a lot younger then, and I was. Different.
Than I am now.
[oh good lord this is hard to admit.]
I, uh, I wasn't a manic-depressive snarky asshole.
According to some people, I was actually a pretty nice guy. Who talked a hell of a lot and had zero concept of commitment and probably bored people half to death with his technobabble, but still, nice guy.
But the thing was, being that guy... it took effort, on my part. A lot of effort on my part. If I didn't put in that effort, I would have been the exact same manic-depressive snarky asshole I am now, except tinier. But I did it because at the time, I thought that was what you were supposed to do for people. Pretend your real personality didn't. Exist. And try to bullshit something else a bit easier to swallow. It was easier for KN to swallow, anyway, and we got along fine so I thought I was doing a pretty good job.
And then I grew up. And I got tired of doing a pretty good job, because it was getting harder for me to handle the pressure, you know. In my head. Like the feeling that at some point I was going to fly out my window, drop down to the floor below, and start ripping trolls limb from limb or something. It... got to be too much of a hassle for me, to pretend I was a good person. The whole thing was kind of weak, overall. It was really weak.
So I stopped. All at once.
And, uh, I started being an asshole again to people. KN included. She stopped talking to me and kind of turned into a stone-cold bitch for a while, but that was because I was being a stone-cold bitch too. Just to relieve some of the pressure of being a part of a social species that interacts with others.
...And I think maybe it's time to stop being a manic-depressive snarky asshole stone cold bitch.
But I'm not sure if I am even physically capable of handling that at this point.
And there's my story. Juice and grubcookies are over on the side table, don't take too much or the other kids won't get any.
video (MONOLOGUE INCOMING)
I don't know if you knew me back then, but way back in the olden days, I was a little kid. And I had my freaky mind powers and the voices of the imminently deceased babbling in the back of my head. KN knew me during this time. Maybe you also did. I'm not entirely sure, and you might have used time fuckery to realize this already. But anyway. Me and KN got to talking, and we were pretty good friends. But the thing is, I was a lot younger then, and I was. Different.
Than I am now.
[oh good lord this is hard to admit.]
I, uh, I wasn't a manic-depressive snarky asshole.
According to some people, I was actually a pretty nice guy. Who talked a hell of a lot and had zero concept of commitment and probably bored people half to death with his technobabble, but still, nice guy.
But the thing was, being that guy... it took effort, on my part. A lot of effort on my part. If I didn't put in that effort, I would have been the exact same manic-depressive snarky asshole I am now, except tinier. But I did it because at the time, I thought that was what you were supposed to do for people. Pretend your real personality didn't. Exist. And try to bullshit something else a bit easier to swallow. It was easier for KN to swallow, anyway, and we got along fine so I thought I was doing a pretty good job.
And then I grew up. And I got tired of doing a pretty good job, because it was getting harder for me to handle the pressure, you know. In my head. Like the feeling that at some point I was going to fly out my window, drop down to the floor below, and start ripping trolls limb from limb or something. It... got to be too much of a hassle for me, to pretend I was a good person. The whole thing was kind of weak, overall. It was really weak.
So I stopped. All at once.
And, uh, I started being an asshole again to people. KN included. She stopped talking to me and kind of turned into a stone-cold bitch for a while, but that was because I was being a stone-cold bitch too. Just to relieve some of the pressure of being a part of a social species that interacts with others.
...And I think maybe it's time to stop being a manic-depressive snarky asshole stone cold bitch.
But I'm not sure if I am even physically capable of handling that at this point.
And there's my story. Juice and grubcookies are over on the side table, don't take too much or the other kids won't get any.