The need for social approval to be conventional. Attention can do embarrassing things, only if there is an outside force to apply that embarrassment, and since there's no subject to tell you otherwise, the interpellation with the Skinner box of MOBA and the short loops and feedback loops of being preyed on with autistic obsessiveness, not with improvement, only churn a status profit for a company that did not care about me as much as a heavy user.
Then the dull amount of it comes, such a pattern of seeing freedom and its burden. So I'm going to go out with it, with that game, with its community, with the figurines of fantasy of Miss Fortune that I had to stick back together with glue and Fizzlesticks. Collectibles that aren't those silly Funko Pops.
Funkos! Urgh.
It's all gone down the drain; I wanted to connect, to connect with a small rush of solo-mid, and it's still one of the thousand of times that felt like a dronish job. Thank you Interest.
Funkos! Urgh.
It's all gone down the drain; I wanted to connect, to connect with a small rush of solo-mid, and it's still one of the thousand of times that felt like a dronish job. Thank you Interest.