Hello, I've decided to steal Carly's idea for this thread as it is quite wonderful and I want to also distract both myself and others from the work they have to do!
Post here and choose from a large list of whatever you desire: psychological evaluations, things I like about you, things that I may dislike, songs that remind me of you, honest opinion pieces about you, people I ship you with or pretty much anything under the sun. I won't deny a request unless it is impossible, extremely difficult or private.
I've never seen you as a bad person. It's been obvious to me from the day that we met that you suffer from a lot of self esteem issues and a lack of inherent confidence, and I feel like you often try to become someone that you're not or that you say things that you normally wouldn't say so that you can fit in with the rest of the site. I think that you've gotten better, but you still have a need for approval from others. It's obvious to me that you're really intelligent and you clearly have the ability to live a good life, but I think you've failed to find what has made you happy. I think that you're still searching and I mean, you're a genuinely good hearted guy that just has moments of wandering astray. I don't know enough about you anymore to give you an accurate summation, but wherever you are headed, I really do wish you well.
When I think about people on this website that are genuinely kind, you are near the top of the list. I've frequently questioned myself about whether or not the kindness you give out is coming from a sincere place. In my opinion, there are different kinds of "niceness". You can be a person who is friendly to others, but never actually tries to help anybody. I feel like you're somebody who is actually willing to be there for and comfort others - even if they are complete strangers. On a website as toxic as epicmafia, this is an incredibly admirable quality and I would guard it very much. Luckily, it appears to me that you aren't addicted to this website and that you have a strong social life. You'll be okay. Try and not become cynical and jaded as you grow older, your kindness is very valuable!
Like many of the people in this thread, I'm afraid that I haven't had many meaningful interactions with you, but you're someone who I am intrigued by. You have a certain quality about you that I can't really find the word for - it feels like you observe the drama on this website but unlike many, you don't find the desire to get involved with it unless you're going to fix it. You have strong opinions, but you seem more reserved emotionally and you don't fling your anger all over the place. You're more interested in putting things in order than you are causing conflict. You also seem like an overall good guy, and your music taste is great.
I don't think I've spoken to you in my life but the various lists of "SJW" and "trash players" on your profile along with the strange attempts at justice make it come across like you're very inherently conflictual and in love with the drama that this site presents. I think there's a part of you that enjoyed getting banned, because it allowed you to gather other people to support you and do a battle cry for you. This positive affirmation of being "supported" is pretty wonderful for you.
I mean, I'm not really a city person. I prefer smaller, more rural areas. I've never been to Texas but it seems like a slightly OK place. It's definitely not on my list of "must see" places.
It's kind of difficult to get a good opinion of you because I feel like I've had about zero meaningful interactions with you. You've always been someone that I feel like I don't truthfully -know-. You come off as a pretty nice guy, and it looks to me like your motivations are focused moreso on making friends than getting sucked into trivial drama; that is an admirable quality. Even so, I'm not really sure how to evaluate you as a person because my experiences with you as a person are close to none.
the lumberland track is really tight. love the avant-garde jazz tinges. the video reminds me of https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KJzWGkgFcTU {which was, believe it or not, animated by dominique persi's (stolen babies' singer) brother.
Though Arcbell was still young, he was intuitive enough to know that was something was horribly wrong. Though he first tried to ignore his father's mentality and his mother's absence, things came to a breaking point when he noticed his father was absentmindedly holding a gun.
Arcbell was stricken with great fear, and upon seeing his dead eyed father turn to him, he cowered even further. Perhaps feeling empathy for his son, his father began to speak terrifying words in a monotone fashion. He made no indication that he understood the gravity of what he was saying.
"The entire job has gone to hell.....your mother was publicly roasted by naysayers. She ran away. She left without telling me anything. She's gone. She's gone. She's gone."
A silence fell between the father and the son as Arcbell struggled to comprehend what his father was trying to tell him. The father stood pale, still and emotionless as he continued on:
"They are demoting me. They want to run me out of town. They want someone better than me. My entire career, my entire life and everything I have ever cared for is lost. Just like that. I'm afraid that all of my options have worn thin. I would suggest you leave."
Tears filled up in Arcbell's eyes as he protested and asked for the father to snap out of it. The father simply stood, empty, dead and staring at the barrel of the gun.
Now, dear reader, there are certain things that can not be explained lightly. As such, I will not tell you what proceeded between Arcbell and his father. I will, however, tell you that the day of his father's breakdown was the day that Arcbell swore to protect all administrations and never let them fail.
Sweat dripped down the trembling, frail little boy named Arcbell as an overwhelming sense of hopelessness overcame him. From his eyes, the entire thing was nonsensical.
His father did not hug, coddle or seem sentimental towards him. Instead, he approached his son with an unspoken amount of sadness and fragility. His eyes were cold, bloodshot and dead. The beautiful dark shade of green that once was filled with life and energy was now unrecognizable. He spoke in a broken, decadent voice and his whole face was covered with wrinkles and scars. The happiness that once permeated him seemed to be completely drained. If it wasn't for his recognizable but now maligned facial features, his father could have been a total stranger to him.
On the other hand, Arcbell was becoming manic to the point of panicking. When his mother had left in the middle of the night three days ago without saying goodbye to him, his father had simply explained she was going away on a business trip and would soon return. Since that night, his father's mental state had been slowly deteriorating. At first, his father simply screamed periodically and poorly contained his weeping. As the days went by, Arcbell would catch his father sitting on his bed and staring at the wall - neither blinking nor making any indication that he was still able to think.
