Games give an agency and power where there is none.
I can exercise heroics, aggression, spontaneity, without earthly consequence.
Opportunity is flung my way and Escapism lends it’s hand.
I can explore the imperfect brain-child of imperfect creators, see the seam in the sky.
Imagine another medium that drinks you up the same, where you can plunge into sea or long grass, where your actions can fill and animate the body of a character.
TV can break the fourth wall, address you, look you in the eye.
Books can call you “dear reader” but I can’t put my hands to use around Rochester’s throat, I can’t bang on the other side of the attic door for Jane to hear as a bump in the night.
I just typed in “you”, searching for YouTube and “you are an experienced monk” came up in my recent searches.
Bewildered, I remembered that I’m not the same person as I was when I searched for that.
I had different priorities clearly.
I’ve remembered now, what it was about, and that’s a line of continuity that runs through past and present me.
The self is more brittle than it seems.
Distinctly average man seeks monogamous bi woman to annoy by saying that him and his girlfriend are looking for a “play mate”*.
*(“Play thing”, “good time” and “unicorn” also accepted.)
This is a screenshot of a message I got last night from someone I’ve never spoken to. I’ve expertly doctored it as you can see, using the stickers available on my phone, it was either that or a snowman, so I used the nutcracker.
Yes, I wrote “empathetic” in my profile. Do I care if he doesn’t recognise it as a word? No.
Was I mean to him in that message I sent before blocking him? Yes. But I think he deserved it for angering me.
I like language, and as a teenager maybe I was more of a pedant with punctuation and grammar and vocabulary than I am now. I think I’ve grown up and I no longer see the point in “correcting” people.
All he was doing by introducing himself and the conversation in that way was trying to belittle me and I won’t be belittled by a nutcracker.
I just feel that, unless someone is using offensive slurs or really appropriative or inappropriate language, let them be. Simple mistakes or a little bit of creativity shouldn’t make people feel the need to try and chop people up.
Making words fit for what you need them for is fine, I reckon. That’s how new words come about and without change and growth, language would become stagnant.
For the record, I was saying in my profile, in the I’m really good at section: “Being empathetic and non-judgemental :).” Sympathetic didn’t feel right, so I wrote empathetic and that’s not a crime nutcracker, so stop cracking my nuts.
Also, “joke practice”, srsly? 😉
P.S. Just found this:
Not a fantastic picture, but it says:
of, relating to, or characterised by empathy, the psychological identification with the feelings, thought or attitudes of others:
a sensitive, empathetic school counsellor.
P.P.S – Also, I don’t know this guy’s intention, it felt accusatory and annoying but, if it was an opener, just a note – I hate when people try and start an argument as an opener – but that’s a post for another day maybe.
Hi :), Here’s a video of me reading technological child, this seems to be a thing I do at night now so I’m in bed haha.
Gentle cool light holds me and I hold it.
We can be so supportive of each other now, symbiotic.
You can be a crutch and a confessional catalyst for my catharsis,
You can be a listening ear in the dead-time night,
You can be glorious opportunity to throw my words out into the canal and receive them back, so quick, so elegant.
You, the same machine that crushed me with your thousand emails of things I hadn’t done,
You were my labouring into heavy nights of swimming lights and streams of bitter words I didn’t feel proud of,
You were a reminder of my failing to connect, but even then, when my facebook was a social minefield and my emails were a never-willingly-visited place,
You’d let me watch your screen and fade to black, “Are you still watching?” You’d ask.
Of course I am, you absolute foolish rectangle.