Yes, a stark observation, the whole forum has DREADFUL taste.
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In this way, I was never really sure which of us was playing the other.
Still, it allowed me to confirm that a lack of ego (Myself) is always superior to a hyper-active one (he).
Don't you think? Confidence in ones abilities often means one ignores not only possible truths, but neglects to set up certain safeguards should the original intent fall short of the mark.
I haven't heard much of him since he changed his number, asked me for my number again and I refused...
Anyway,he'd be delighted to know we still take an interest in him.:P
His truth structures were nonsense.
He reminded me of a child, looking out the window, and when you ask them 'What did you do today' they'd look out and see a beach, and they'd reply 'I went to the beach'. Then if you said 'Did you find any shells?', they'd take that and use it, something they hadn't thought of, to expand the lie, perhaps going on to describe the colours.
He simply said whatever interested him, or what he was experiencing at that time.
For example, he told me he was a biochemist, a member of naval intelligence and a frequent, jobless psychopath all within a week of each other.
I imagine these reflected whatever media he was currently enjoying.
I enjoyed humouring him, and simply 'believing' whatever he said at that moment, while asking why the previous lie didn't stand anymore, very paradoxical of me. He liked momentary truths. Though I suspect he thought I was rather stupid and simply so caught up in his brilliance that I would take all he said as law.
Oh really? You have dreadful taste.
Yeah, I could never tell whether he was a lonely kid craving attention or a raving psychopath dangling puppets strings over me....possibly both.
Though he was a profuse liar who was often offended when his outrageous lies (which often counteracted one another, meaning anything he said had to be interpreted through varying degrees of lies) weren't believed, and would sometimes leave in (mock?) fury at the smallest of things.
He kept me on me toes at least, I rather miss him.
Heh, don't worry, I got over it after a few weeks. I think the key thing to remember was that you never actually held any affection for me, so it was a great deal easier to forget and forgive.
Later incidents didn't have that novelty.
Heh, Face was a lot of fun, I don't know why he insisted on emotional manipulation when it didn't work half the time.
Manipulate you?
I'm not actually...not even slightly...
What gave you that impression?
I can't think of any reason to manipulate you at present, but I'll be sure to inform you if this changes in the future.
Revenge?
No, I've never been one for revenge.
Besides, while I'm sure you've (supposedly unwittingly) caused me trauma in the past, you've also given me a good laugh now and then, so I don't think I could ever hold anything against you.
In fact, I'm rather glad I learnt a lesson in trust so early in life.
Such a thing very nearly killed me, but now I'm a superior, much less human person as a result.
Education huh?
Well then I'm inclined to ask why it brought as much harm as good then.
I am glad I'm immune to such things these days, you know apathy is a wonderful thing.
Well you've always been a bit of a tosser Cheese.
*Produces a lazy face of apathy*
Amusement you say?
Do elaborate...
Oh, don't worry, I recall the times when you went out of your way to tease me dreadfully.
I was younger and a lot more desperate then however, I shan't let it happen again.
Ah, so you assume I'm conversing with you to bring about your ruin.
How very kind of you.
Games may be meaningless to you, but I find them quite amusing.
You're assuming that any contact we have that is instigated by me, is done so on the presumption that you will benefit from it.
That can hardly be said to be true in all cases.
I'm slow replying, but your message was appreciated. Just struggling for anything to say right now...
Are you saying you're naked? Is it possible to entirely strip a human of artifice? I wish it were. I mean... i mean perhaps I wish the artifice were owned as artifice, then we could all enjoy our game of chess and be loved at the end of the day no matter what roles we played and not fear being mistaken for the mask or any evident dysfunction between the mind-outerworld-interface and... and... why am I here? Oh... yes, perplexing, isn't it?
I'm here because I think you're worth talking to and I like you? And... evidently my subconcsious goaded me into jumping up and down for attention. Or something did.
I am a witch, true. But I haven't figured out the cold bit yet. Pain can cause the greatest heat within a being, can it not?
Umm...
You know, I think I've been pondering that scenario far too long now.
Given that urine should be more or less body temperature when it's fresh, and I wasn't offering warm refreshment, I fear you've misunderstood me. Could we perhaps negotiate? You cry and whimper in fear, and I'll squirt something cool out of this ...umm...
of course, is it even theoretically possible for cold urine to be somehow squirted out of a corpse? Could we try?
I blame you entirely for the direction this has taken! You shall be hearing from my pyschiatrist!
No?
You disadvantage yourself by ignoring possibilities.
Yes, or perhaps I'm 'trolling' you.
You never can tell with me, can you?
Like before...only worse?
I can't even begin to imagine what you mean by that.
I don't think anything is amiss, no more so than before at any rate.
I need an instrument...
Well, I've a mind to mind, now that you've brought it up.
What do you mean?
Are they?
I hadn't noticed...
Dear lord, Melkor can't be the only being messaging you, miss cheese?
My overbearing sense of moderation demands I provide an alternative, some cool water to rinse the gritty pits of... of....[Quick -- if melkor where the pit of any type of fruit, which would it be?] ...from your mouth.
Mango? Cherry? Prickly pear? Appleseeds contain arsenic....
I don't think my physical manifestation is of much importance.
I wish it was, but it really isn't I'm afraid.
You don't have to give anything up, you just have to hole it away.
It's perfect really.
That song isn't exactly helping, nice eyes though.
Well beings are dreadful things to be invested in.
Though these days, not much worse than banks...
My state?
Like I said, I am calm.
I've learnt a great truth.
Shouldering pain is much easier than overcoming it.
The question at the beginning is unimportant.
I don't expect it's important to the conversation to know 'how' you are, nor do I expect you to tell the whole truth so early in the conversation.
If anything, it's a means to a start.
I'm grand, though feeling delightfully calm.
I see...
How have you been Cheese?
Oh it's practically a tentacle.
Come to think of it, is it odd that none of my limbs have digits attached?
Hey! Good idea, we can share it!
Half each!
I mean, I've got enough to go around after all
You be Peggy, I'll be sue?
Of course it's unfair if you have an extra orifice...
Hey, mind if I borrow your sander and heavy duty drill?
You offering your round hole to my round peg missy?:P
Wait! You can't corner the stupidity market - that's my job!
INFJ
Ya, it is pretty bad.
I feel more drained if I have had to talk with people the whole day. It's not that I hate conversation, but it is tiring. Probably the same for most of us.
Self-talk is not all that productive - it turns other people into caricatures (since when I've talked to myself, i.e. actually an imaginary converysation with someone else, it tends to accentuate the personality of the other person). Ack that wasn't terribly great phrasing...ah well.
Yep. Gahmen covers nothing. Kosong. When the people complained that the citizens weren't getting any benefits, they raised polyclinic prices for the PRs and foreigners. Way to go.
O_O are you still here?
How come there's more stigma in the West (ironically Oz is east of Singapore)? Thought they're supposed to be more tolerant and all that toward disability. The new line is called the Circle Line and it's yellow. I quite like it actually, it's one of the things I actually agree with the government about.
Ooh. Nutters? I saw a man talking to himself in KL once, and it was like, on the street. He was just standing there and nobody did anything to him. Not that I think talking to myself is good, I don't like it actually. I would prefer to think without mouthing the words.
Lol. I'll send you a present if there's such an update. An appropriate one
Don't know why I thought otherwise, though. Maybe it was the feeling-ness. Then again, I am pretty feeling-ish too. Well, sometimes. Maybe it's because I get along with girls (usually older ones) easier in real life. Couldn't believe that I could get along with a bloke.
The story about the MRT guard is true. I cannot help but feel that there are many mentally ill people in here. The other day I was at Promenade MRT (probably didn't exist when you were around) and there was this other chap talking to himself. I swear, I was freaked out too.
Eh wait. You are a girl, aren't you? I forget.
oh! ..right. =]
Ahh.. the name. I got lost in a bit of an identity crisis back there.. <//<
^^
Lor and I had a deal... An eye for an eye!
Groosalugg?
What a freak he was.
I was convinced he was you, because of his nature to come across as a middl e-aged male who would screw anything that moved.
You know who I miss? Hopefulmonster:<
Course, I loved my Face.^^
I just hate when people misinterpret his goals/motives/personality quirks.
I should like to talk to him now that I've started laying yugioh
Uh, to the best of my knowledge, that is Lor.
She's kinda boyish, but obviously a girl:3
If by assistance, you mean locked up, then yes.
Face was a dissapointment on the forum.
A little cur egging us on in this desire for recognition.
It was in private that I found him most worthy.
He was never off the stage of course, but the mask was more likely to slip with one on ones.
He was utterly transparent at times, and yet remained a mystery.
I suppose his reputation of the recurring fool is deserving;P
You really loved Face huh?
Even after him being a complete asswipe, abandoning us without a moments thought and generally abusing all,
you still insist he was 'influential' and grand.
He was brilliant yes, but his only means of portraying it were egotistical cries for help and pathetic pleads for attention via outrage.
That is no rebel leader, merely a lost soul, squeamish a broken, repeating the same tune, the same dance, over and over and never heard.
I miss him.
Yes.
You know those sort of people?
The brutes and the demons... the ones with eternal idiotic smirks and brains as plain as custard?
You know those ones?
The fools who find a brick enjoyable, destruction productive, and pain inflicted a treat?
The sort of low bred, common as muck cavemen whose only output in a cruel world, only light in misery, is to sucumb to base instinct and eyes of blood?
If you have not met such a person, you are quite lucky.
Alright, if you don't want to talk about it I suppose I shouldn't pry.
But know that I'm hear to listen if you ever feel like telling.
"My troubles are rooted in boring and self-induced madness."
Right, wonderful.
"They're uninteresting and I have no desire to speak about them."
Uhm, sorry, but I'm a little confused, how exactly can troubles be brought on by 'self-induced madness' and yet be boring and uninteresting?
I should think even the worst of rages can heal the worst of people inside.
haha, yeah, I am stubborn.
Hot flashes miss?:P
Oh I think it depends entirely how you use the rage.
I'm sure that if it results in the ruin of someone you dislike, it could continue on as being beautiful for the survivor.
Suffering?
It is necessary, but I hardly think it's fair I'm due so much of it.
Care to explain your troubles away?
Roughly 4% permanent damage; the visual distortion is not annoying enough to do anything about it. :P
I live in Brisbane. The same city as Oresama.
The truth about my statement is that there was no intent. I was driving him home one night, a week after his family members passed and he started talking about his emotions. I was put on the stop type of thing and panicked.
I have not come across 'FacetiousPersona'.
To put you at ease, my friend forgave me quickly and responded with 'that is really not meant to be said to someone who has lost someone but I understand that is what you would want to hear in my situation'.
He proceeded to sleep on my couch on and off for six months because he disliked people trying to sympathize and empathize with him continuously.
"idiots in general who thoughtlessly applaud any form of bluntness because they think being cynical and shoving their hardened misery in everyone's faces means they're better or smarter and the only ones strong enough to face the Real World."
I once knew a man who only felt strong after proving how horrible the world was so that he might seem like a tough bastard for suffering through it. I pointed out that everybody else on this planet had suffered in the same horrible world and that he wasn't that special. He was common as muck.
I'm afraid I cannot rage.
Rage is beyond me.
Hatred maybe, depression, yes, but not rage,
Perhaps we should swap hormones Cheese?
I could do with a bit more male:X -
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