An EndIf you've read Olivia's journal, you'll know that we've broken up. You'll also believe that this was a gradual thing, and something we both consented to. You'd be slightly surprised to learn that she has essentially not talked to me in weeks after claiming that her mother was beating her and not allowing her to, and that I only found out that she'd broken up with me and hooked up with someone she only recently met via her journal I read tonight, but hey.
In truth, when I first started my account here, I didn't feel anything. I had no friends, no interest in having friends, and absolutely no interest in romantic relations. I was happy, though. I thrived in loneliness, being around people did nothing but irritate me. So, this account was an experiment. A way to see just what human interaction was like.
Started out slow. I had no idea how to talk to people (I still have little), so I made little advancement. And then I met Olivia.
In truth, most of my personality was shaped by her. Through her I learned of compassion, social interaction, companionship, etc. etc. Horribly cliche I know. In truth, I was a good person. Hell, I was one of the most good-natured people on this planet.
Notice the past tense. Seeing Olivia act like, well, like a normal human, showed me that everything I have ever felt or discovered these last four years was false.
Helping people is pointless, I should only look out for myself.
Friendship is overrated, there's little reason to connect with those who will stab you in the back in a heartbeat if it suites them.
In truth, being alone is good. I was truly happy when I didn't have anyone. I didn't shed single tear when I read Olivia's journal, for she showed me that my original point of view was right. Her actions make perfect sense, after all, things like loyalty and respect are transient concepts used by con-men.
With that said, I'm leaving RVB. Not deleting my profile (I do hate throwing things away), but don't expect to really hear anything else from me. But before I go, I think I should post a few parting comments for some people:
Redunit, I'll confess that there was a time when I thought it possible that you planned on killing us and wearing our skins. Take comfort, though, that I always thought of you as a pleasant conversationalist.
ConanEdogawa, get laid. Seriously. I don't care if you can't get any girls to like you, save up $20 and get a hooker.
Dashou, I rather regret not really speaking to you at all, despite having known you for forever. I suppose all I can say is that I enjoy your artwork, and to keep it up. Don't doubt yourself, you truly have a gift.
BOZ2000, despite having read your journals I still know next to nothing about you.
MackG64, you started ignoring me weeks and weeks ago, so I have no idea what to say to you.
Snaaaake, you are more whiny than a liberal, and your anti-American views were truly hilarious to read. I suppose you might become more interesting in a few years when your balls drop, but I dearly regret every word I have ever typed because of you.
Katerater, you seemed interesting, but much of it was tainted by the aforementioned Snaaaake. Also, I am well aware that the two of you were trying to convince Olivia to break up with me and hook up with the aforementioned MackG64 (what a tweest!) all while masquerading as my friend, but believe me, I have no negative feelings for you. Truly, you have behaved as a rather exemplar member of the human species (Snaaaake, I am afraid that you are what we refer to as an "evolutionary dead end"). The reason I never confronted you or blocked you is that I hoped that by behaving civilly to you, that someday you might realize that you were wrong about me.
HGamer, you are one of the few people I will regret not speaking to. Even in these last few days with Olivia and just about everyone else going out of there way to ignore me, you were always on Skype to talk to me about Dark Souls.
Olivia, you have sent me numerous pictures. None too revealing (perhaps you were planning for this day years in advance), but some that I'm certain you would not wish winding up on, say, /b/. Do not fret. The thought originally crossed my mind, but unlike you, I have at least a shred of honor. Everything related to you shall be deleted, all physical objects will be incinerated. Shortly, there will be no evidence that you ever existed.
For those not mentioned, take heart. The only reason that you weren't mentioned is that I don't feel like typing out a few sentences to everyone I have ever interacted with.
And on that note, bon voyage. I'd say that it's been a pleasure, but, well, that would be a rather poor lie.
Happy New Years Y'allNo resolutions this time. I just spent the whole day contemplating life. Whether anything we ever do is even important, or if it's all just a pointless waste of time. I mean, the sun's gonna burn out in a few billion years or so, nobody will be left alive to remember you. Nothing you create will ever last the passage of time. Eventually, we'll all be forgotten, all of our marks on the world wasted away.
You get thirsty, so you decide to take a walk to Speedway to grab a soda. It's the middle of the night, but it's a rather safe part of town, so you're not worried.
Then, when you're halfway there, the Plot leaps out of a dark alleyway and punches you in the face. You are so surprised that you are completely unable to defend yourself, and fall flat on your back.
But it doesn't end there. The Plot then grabs a rusty pipe (about four feet long), and proceeds to mercilessly beat you with it. Face, stomach, legs, no part of your body is spared. You're in so much pain that you can't defend yourself at all, the only thing you can do is curl up in the fetal position.
The Plot throws the pipe to the ground, steals your wallet, then walks away.
The worst is yet to come, however. As you're laying there, covered in bruises and dried blood, sobbing to yourself softly, you start to get it. You understand why the Plot just beat the Jesus out of you. All of the Plot's actions make sense.
Then, you find yourself THANKING the Plot. Thanking the Plot for the wonderful beating that you just received. For explaining itself with every strike of that pipe.
Laying there, on the dirty pavement, barely conscious, you FINALLY get the ending of Dragon's Dogma.
Explain Yourself, Dragon's Dogma-Plying Dragon's Dogma (durrrr) -I have to liberate a fort from Goblins -Entire fort is infested with Goblins, Hobgoblins, and Cyclops's -Cyclops's -Note the plural, it's important -Blitzing through with my pawns, shooting Goblins in their ugly faces, tearing armor off of Cyclops's -Finally, we gloriously rid the fort of the Goblin infestation -Go to report back to Maximillian -"HEY MAXY, I FINISHED THAT QUEST OF YOURS!" -". . . Who are you?" -"Hahaha, you funny dude, you funny." -"I'm sorry, but I've never seen you before in my life." -"Bu- But what? YOU WERE THE ONE WHO TOLD ME TO WIN THIS FORT." -"I'm sorry random citizen, but I cannot talk with those without a Wyrm-Hunt license" -Run for 10 minutes back to inn, retrieve my license, run for 10 minutes back to Maximillian -"AH, MAH BOI ARISEN, RETURNED VICTORIOUS I SEE" -mfw
Dream I HadStarted out with myself and a small group of people getting Asian food. At the time I wasn't able to focus on any of these people, but they become important later. There was something wrong with the restaurant so we didn't get our food till late. I went to drive to work but I was lost, so I kept just driving around and freaking out thinking I was going to be late for work (in dreams you NEVER find what you were looking for).
Then I'm suddenly on a train with the same people. The only two I remember: There was a girl with me (never seen her before) with black hair in a pony-tail, and the guy conducting the train was this muscular old guy dressed in regal robes with a bearskin around his shoulders. There were 2-3 other people on the train but I never interacted with them.
All was going well until we arrived in a long tunnel (this is where the dream starts turning into a nightmare). There were these three mice stacked on top of each other (brown/white/gray), the old guy suddenly turned and shot the middle mouse. Then we looked up.
The tunnel extended FAR above us, and all around us was rafters and beams and wooden walkways (remember we're still riding a train). On every beam were these creatures whom I can't quite describe. Like, they were body parts, but not quite.
The old guy suddenly mutated and started killing off creatures by the dozen. One of the creatures jumped on the train, it looked like a pair of legs, but they were jointed oddly, and there was a segment of back attached. Thin tentacles rushed out of the wounds and grabbed onto me, and started pulling me towards it. I was able to keep from getting yanked at it, but the creature was surprisingly strong and was gradually weakening me. Then, the girl I mentioned earlier leaps out and axe-kicks the creature, making it let go of me and fall off the train. I'm not sure what would've happened if the creature grabbed onto me, but I doubt it would be pretty.
So yeah, then I woke up. You know, this dream would've been a nightmare if not for this nameless girl.
I hope I get her in my next monster-dream, that's the first time I've been saved by anybody.
A Poop DayLiterally. Before I start this journal lemme add: The bathrooms at my job are locked. We do this so people can't sneak in there and steal. All associates know how to open it, so it's no big deal.
-Get called to the restrooms -See a woman doing the "OH LAWDY OH JAYSUS" prance -Rush over since I don't want her to start pooping everywhere, unlock door for her -15 minutes later she corners me in the dental aisle -Spends five minutes describing to me the massive diarrhea she just had -I am not making this up, she was 100% serious -I'm trying to keep a poker-face as she's describing how the diarrhea got on her dress and coat and the walls of the bathroom -Mumble some BS, run -Later get complaints about the women's restroom "smelling like death"
IT GETS BETTER
-Get called to the restroom again -This time the woman seems to be in no hurry -"EXCUSE ME SIR, TELL ME HOW TO OPEN THIS DOOR" -lolwut -Briefly explain to her that I can't tell her how to open it (they have puzzle locks on both doors), but I can open it for her -She just absolutely flips out at me -Ranting at me about how she should know the combination, how everyone should know how to open it, etc. etc. -I can do nothing but repeat myself over and over again -After five minutes her bladder catches up with her, I make a swift retreat
AND IT GETS EVEN BETTER
-Sitting in the break room for my lunch (located right next to the restrooms) -Enjoying my beef burrito when suddenly -BOOM -BOOM BOOM BOOM -BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM -Decide to investigate -I kid you not, there are two teenage girls RAMMING themselves against the door, trying to break it down -Wordlessly open it for them, go back to burrito
I have no words to describe this day. Time to go relax with some Tenchu Z (some people relax with tea and a book, I relax by slaughtering old Asian guys).