19-02-2024, 09:56 PM
Your imagination never fails to astound (see avi).
You began with yourself - and with that facade crumbling, you decided to craft something… more dangerous. Riskier. You decided to craft another person. This time, unfortunately, the larp stops as soon as it’s begun.
A few telltale signs of classic ‘projection’ (so easy for midwits to misidentify this, but what’s worse is when bottomwits actually display it) will allow me to systematically, ritualistically (at this point, lol) demolish - no - BODY you. Buckle up.
The telltale signs? First of all, looking past the jilted prose that tells a story of shaky fingers and multiple drafts, we can see a strange, strange scene. Someone standing by themselves? When everyone else is 'having fun'? When does this occur in adult life (lol)? On re-reading your post, I can see you mentioned 'hs'. Assuming you mean highschool... this confirms my initial gut feeling.
Your entire post is a projection of the last time you socialised - highschool. The creepily detailed explanation? Not imagination, I'm afraid, but memory.
The best way to 'get back' at the forum mogger that left your dying corpse in the ring was to verbalise your life flashing before your eyes.
Let that sink in.
You began with yourself - and with that facade crumbling, you decided to craft something… more dangerous. Riskier. You decided to craft another person. This time, unfortunately, the larp stops as soon as it’s begun.
A few telltale signs of classic ‘projection’ (so easy for midwits to misidentify this, but what’s worse is when bottomwits actually display it) will allow me to systematically, ritualistically (at this point, lol) demolish - no - BODY you. Buckle up.
The telltale signs? First of all, looking past the jilted prose that tells a story of shaky fingers and multiple drafts, we can see a strange, strange scene. Someone standing by themselves? When everyone else is 'having fun'? When does this occur in adult life (lol)? On re-reading your post, I can see you mentioned 'hs'. Assuming you mean highschool... this confirms my initial gut feeling.
Your entire post is a projection of the last time you socialised - highschool. The creepily detailed explanation? Not imagination, I'm afraid, but memory.
The best way to 'get back' at the forum mogger that left your dying corpse in the ring was to verbalise your life flashing before your eyes.
Let that sink in.
