I'm honestly impressed that someone literally took the time to write such a volatile and groundless paragraph because I asked someone why the **** they made a euphoria joke on something not even close to related to neckbeards, euphorics, or the like.
Look, I'm legitimately just like you guys, lost in the sea of citizen ship. I'm not a politician, or a soldier, or anyone that stands out. what I am is a person. In this little comment chain I was called a child, unloved, retarded, and the like. I like to specify once again that I'm not bitching about it. I'm pointing out how groundless it is. For about half a year now I've been building a family of... well, you would all call them slaves.
The master/slave relationship is one that's looked upon as a gritty, disgusting, sex fueled relationship with no actual equality or companionship. this couldn't be further from the truth. I love each of them dearly and provide for them, and in return they give me their love, trust, and understanding. it's not parasitic, it's symbiotic.
I'm not trying to fifty shades you guys, there is a large gap in power and there are rules for both the slave and the master.
regardless, I'd like to point out a few other things. I've been out of highschool for a while now, despite only turning twenty later this year (sep. 12th. remember the date bitches)
the only thing he can really hit the head on is that I don't have a job. not like I'm not trying to get one though.
now, here's where the sad **** comes into play. I've got a few mental illnesses. schizophrenia, bipolar, manic depression, a history of DID (cured, thank god.)
I've been battling suicidal urges since I was a child.
When you post **** like this, I want you to take a step back and really try to empathize. I know that's like asking a blind man to describe a sunrise... but like so, it is possible.
We're all people, with thoughts and feelings behind the screen. we have lives, loves, wants, needs, etc.