Quote Originally Posted by Naturebeckles View Post
Uh, not exactly. But if you had it your way, everybody probably would look the same so everybody plays the same, everybody is happy, everybody is whatever... Yeah. Ok.
Your entire psychological drive can be summed up to the desire to not be forgotten. Not forgotten. . in the most baseless of ways, 'misbehaving' and shock. Your stubbornness to to resist the most base PvE activities (which sucking is the norm ironically) is simply that, you wish to be different. Your rebellion is your cause, only to rebel, to rebel, to be different. Not even the goal of self betterment, or to RISE FROM INADEQUACY. . .

You seek to return to it.

Where to be great would actually be the more uncommon practice. Then once you conquered this hurdle could carve your name out in more 'interesting ways.'




'Well behaved women rarely make history.'

Well that may be true, but an attention whore is an attention whore regardless of their sex. I even think it might be worse for a woman to go the 'culture shock' route, and is perhaps doubly as pathetic as a man doing so: They have a perfect blueprint to overcome and to not follow.
As they watch their male brethren make fools of themselves and reduce their standing as human beings to nothing but mindless animals forgoing their gift of higher sentience.

It is not born from a desire to impart a noble ideal of individuality, or forge a path for the downtrodden fashionistas forced to bear the same gear, their inner creativity stifled by the elitist dogs.

You don't wish to be forgotten, but don't you lovey dovey types usually find solace in your loved ones or something? Your friends and comrades, those intangible delights that 'elitists' can't care about?

And from those tops assault people with a maelstrom of insurmountable irrationality that cannot be braved by even the most stalwart of tacticians? Because one quickly realizes that climbing a mountain made of pudding and sunshine is impossible.

However I must say that even though I harbor intangibles closely to my heart, I like to back them up with fact. And only when they are surrounded by a fortress of reason, am I satisfied with their existence.

And only when it is assault constantly and stands resolute, can I be even 1% certain that I could perhaps be right.