Why does everybody insist on doing weird stuff to me while I try to play this game?

And why can it never be a grown man that does it? Why is it always some prepubescent cretin with a terrible mic who tells me to kneel in front of their crotch and move my mouse back and forth so it looks like i'm fellating them? Not only do I feel like a goofus for getting caught, but now I just feel like an actual real-life creep for virtually performing oral sex on a minor.

I just sit there thinking "This is my life. THIS, is what I am doing with my life right now." So then I become sad. Start thinking about life choices, and what I probably should be doing instead. Inevitably you stew in personal disappointment, because no one ever has positive moments of introspection or self-analysis. No one ever looks in the mirror and says "You know what, you're pretty good." Why not? Because from lies come the waterworks. With unparalleled immediacy. Standing there, crying all over the place. Watching intently like you're some sort of circus act, because such a display of pure human emotion is so alien to you, that the only way you know how to respond to it is with scorn and condemnation. If the capacity to hate others were the depth of the ocean, then the counterpart which is directed at yourself would make the Marianas Trench look like a newely formed puddle.

But, you know, meanwhile there is just this ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ kid who has no idea that he just caused a life-changing existential crisis to a stranger over the internet, of whom he decided to rob and sexually assault. So he'll just keep on keepin on, until a decade from now when life decides to take a dump on his chest while he's the one trying to relax, and play a game in a world where he gets to be somebody that matters.


DayZ made me feel again. 10/10.

Why does everybody insist on doing weird stuff to me while I try to play this game? And why can it never be a grown man that does it? Why is it always some prepubescent cretin with a terrible mic who tells me to kneel in front of their crotch and move my mouse back and forth so it looks like i'm fellating them? Not only do I feel like a goofus for getting caught, but now I just feel like an actual real-life creep for virtually performing oral sex on a minor. I just sit there thinking "This is my life. THIS, is what I am doing with my life right now." So then I become sad. Start thinking about life choices, and what I probably should be doing instead. Inevitably you stew in personal disappointment, because no one ever has positive moments of introspection or self-analysis. No one ever looks in the mirror and says "You know what, you're pretty good." Why not? Because from lies come the waterworks. With unparalleled immediacy. Standing there, crying all over the place. Watching intently like you're some sort of circus act, because such a display of pure human emotion is so alien to you, that the only way you know how to respond to it is with scorn and condemnation. If the capacity to hate others were the depth of the ocean, then the counterpart which is directed at yourself would make the Marianas Trench look like a newely formed puddle. But, you know, meanwhile there is just this goddamn kid who has no idea that he just caused a life-changing existential crisis to a stranger over the internet, of whom he decided to rob and sexually assault. So he'll just keep on keepin on, until a decade from now when life decides to take a dump on his chest while he's the one trying to relax, and play a game in a world where he gets to be somebody that matters. DayZ made me feel again. 10/10.