At the same time?
You’re God damn right I did.
Atta girl!
Hello, Patrick, send nudes.
Hello Ria, wanna meet up?
Honestly, just ■■■■ it all is my approach. Capsuleer life’s nothing but a big cliquish secondary school where everyone’s telling you how to ■■■■■■■ be or you can’t sit at their lunch table, even though they don’t have their own ■■■■ together. Just find a place to ■■■■■■■ sit you can tolerate and quit worrying about it. The ■■■■ opinion is actually ■■■■■■■ worth anything around here?
Well, I’d say that if e.g. Synthia considers someone an oaf, then you can pretty much consider that definitive, as she is extremely unlikely to form negative opinions of people.
The ■■■■ does the oaf give a ■■■■, though?
Because the crushing weight of shame would squash their ego flat ?
I hate to be the bearer of bad ■■■■■■■ news, but that’ll survive the apocalypse.
Yeah, so, the “more enlightened than you” thing? You talk (some of) the talk, but watching what you do? Not buying it even a tiny bit. I’m broadly secularized at this point. Few of those around me recognize the terminology, so the ideas and concepts behind the words are more significant than the words themselves. Just being able to recite verse doesn’t show you grasp it.
You’ve learned something, and it was something worth learning, but you’re making the Sabik mistake: taking a shard of Truth as something all-encompassing. It’s difficult to manage because you’re not wrong, you’re just not as right as you think you are.
So yes, there’s a lot further to go.
See you on the trail, maybe.
You’re insecure that nobody would like you, so you’re consciously a tremendous asshole for no reason other than so you can tell yourself that you mean for nobody to like you.
A lot fewer capsuleers than you think won’t acknowledge their own faults. There are some, sure, but this perception is another artificial creation of your mind.
I value plenty of capsuleers’ opinions on various issues for various reasons.
Maybe if you dropped the edgy nihilism, stopped with your condescending, chauvinistic attitude, and stopped jumping on people simply because they choose to care about things instead of adopting the “■■■■ it all” approach, you might find a nice lunch table.
The difference, Else, is that I’m laying out groundwork for continuing to talk to Arrendis in particular. You and I aren’t friends; not so long ago I was demonstrating an alternative to courtesy between us. You didn’t seem to enjoy the experience, but it wasn’t for your sake that I stopped.
I don’t hate you exactly, though since I let up you’ve been reminding me, often, why I did that in the first place.
I don’t like you. You and I won’t be friends in the foreseeable future. I’m the Enemy, remember? You told me that yourself. I don’t expect, or even want, much of anything from you.
Arrendis is often okay, though-- light enough in spirit to bounce things around with, not so weighed down with her cares.
And yes, I do this out of curiosity and for fun: a form of exploration. It’s a little inconsiderate of me (free-form exploration can land you all kinds of rude places, as Ms. Tsukiyo enjoys demonstrating), but it doesn’t seem like you’re especially considerate of my feelings either. Some of your people don’t consider me worth talking to; have you considered joining them? It’s not even like I’m a diplomat or a leader. I’m an oddity, an anomally, and probably a little broken. Maybe most eggers are.
As I told Arrendis, I’ll accept nasty remarks from her kin, meaning her fellow Matari, such as yourself, as inevitable and even my due. But you don’t have to force yourself to talk to me if you don’t want to.
I could use some sausage.
Hang on just one minute here… A world where I’m more socially acceptable than Else?
I find myself caught between flattery and the sudden need to re-establish Goonyness by knocking the planets of Sarum Prime around in a cosmic game of billiards…
Yeah, Princess, I actually don’t mean for anybody to like me, and it’s not conscious. It’s all ■■■■■■■ incidental. I know, everyone’s ■■■■■■■ digging for some kind of ■■■■■■■ context, but you do know there are people out her who legitimately don’t give a ■■■■, right? And, you know, you’d probably know that if you asked around before you ran your ■■■■■■■ mouth. But then, that’s not really your ■■■■■■■ strength.
… I’m not sure what the ■■■■ that’s got to do about anything I said. If you kind of slowly re-read, the point wasn’t that capsuleers don’t talk acknowledge their faults (they ■■■■■■■ don’t, but that wasn’t the point), but that they don’t have any room to talk ■■■■ even if they do anyway. You do a neat job of encapsulating my ■■■■■■■ points.
So… let me get this straight… we don’t ■■■■■■■ hang out, you don’t know me, you have next to know idea who the ■■■■ I hang out with, you probably barely understand the ■■■■ I do, you don’t have the first ■■■■■■■ clue whether I even like being around people, and if I did whether those ■■■■■■■ people are any of yinz jagoffs, and you’re going on a long rant about how I’m making up ■■■■ in my ■■■■■■■ head, must hate where I’m ■■■■■■■ at, and I’m being condescending…
Mkay.
Yeah. You are. Feel free to ■■■■ off.
Hey, you could ■■■■■■■ mute me, sweetheart, nobody’s making yinz guys talk to me.
These things are not the same thing. I like many people that are in the unfortunate position of being my enemies; I have some allies I will probably never sit down again with if these wars ever end. Fate and Virtue are, sadly, very little concerned about my personal preferences.
Multiple times, thanks.
More examples of the condescending. Trust me, I don’t.
But see, I’m her enemy.
I could! But I’m an asshole, and I enjoy being an asshole to assholes like you.