i literally hate playing video games with my brother an cousin
they r both boys (and younger than me btw) but r being dicks and keep talking over me. they do this with like every game that we play together but i thought this game would be different (mostly because i’m better at it then them). it’s a puzzle game and i’ve been solving most of the puzzles but they still keep acting like they know better
they’re being like those toxic gamer boys and i hate it.
i’m mostly just playing to finish the levels because i want to finish them all (and there’s not much else to do). also i can’t think of a good excuse to get out of playing.
Recipe for a popular relationship that many adore:
1 heterosexual white boy
1 heterosexual white girl
[ note that both of them must be attractive ]
3 teaspoons of angst
4 teaspoons of problematic stuff (eg: panic attack kisses)
Dump the whole can of toxicity
Ig sprinkle some chemistry
3 spoons of violence
100 spoons of FANSERVICE
1 spoon of self insert
Some options for the boy:
Cheating, abusive asshole billionaire
You can give them a sappy redemption arc when he meets the girl.
Some options for girl:
Manic pixie dream girl
"I'm not like other girls" girl
When I was young, it felt like everyone was horrible. It felt like good, kind people didn't exist.
This was because I was in a bubble.
One of the most important things I've learned is that abusive people tend to stick together. Being abusive does not mean they suddenly lack social needs; they still seek out other people to spend their time with.
As they form a community, their behavior weeds people out. Those who recognize the bad behavior for what it is either stop interacting of their own volition, or the abuser themself cuts them off when they rightfully get called out on their actions.
Take someone who starts loud blow-up fights, for example. This person fully believes it's impossible to have any kind of relationship with someone else without regularly exploding at each other.
When they start screaming at a perspective friend, that friend then stops talking to them because they're being an asshole.
Or, alternatively, that friend calls the person out for yelling over something stupid. This results in the person cutting contact with their friend, because they're either too sensitive(how dare they call me an asshole, I should be allowed to yell), or because they suspect foul play(obviously you can't have a relationship without yelling, they're trying to sell me a fantasy and I refuse to be conned).
Eventually, the abusive person finds other people who are abusive and toxic in the same way as them. They push out the healthy relationships, and eventually you get a whole community of people who explode at each other over minor inconveniences and who refuse to learn better because they think this is just how relationships work.
It is a nasty, toxic bubble.
And when you're born into such a bubble, you have no other refference for how the world should be. You see nothing but dangerous assholes who hurt each other, who hurt you, and you know nothing else.
There are absolutely good people out there, they definitely exist, but you're trapped in the abuse bubble and you don't get to see those good people in your day to day life.
And it's hard to get out of that bubble once you're in. It's hard to recognize there's a bubble in the first place. It's hard to get past the false narrative they tell you. They make it hard because they don't want you to leave.
But good people do exist. They've been kept out of sight, but they're out there.
Knowing that there are good people is such a comfort to me, even if it took me years and years over to find them.
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My mother makes it a point to acknowledge the fact that I like the same sex; she makes it a point to include both binary genders when talking about my future relationships. She's been supportive of me each time I came out to her (first as bi, then as pan), saying that the labels didn't matter to her.
And yet, she's also made it a point to let me know how I "didn't show any signs growing up". Repeatedly. My own mother has told me she was convinced I was groomed into my first same-sex relationship (I'd like to officially point out I was not, don't worry), and hinted that was the only reason why I'm not straight. [my mother and I are both very passive-aggressive with each other, and most of our arguments are through these 'hints'. Sadly, there was no way in which I could've misinterpreted the hint.]
And then she has the audacity to validate what she says by telling me about how she wanted to "march for the gays" when she was a teenager. As if that canceled out all of the horrible and, dare I say, homophobic things she's said.
I'm telling you all this because I need those in a similar situation to realize that what your parents are doing? It's not okay! Nothing about them invalidating your orientation/identity, and making you constantly second-guess it, is okay! I know they're your family, but that doesn't excuse their behavior. The blood of the covenant is thicker than the water of the womb, darlings- please keep yourselves safe 💚
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