#because the how dare you say we piss on the poor problem is downright atrocious over there
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here-there-were-dragons · 2 years ago
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i’ve spawned an angry vaguepost rant in the fr tag in response to my unformed random thoughts, i feel like this is some kind of fr rite of passage
#you can't call yourself a real flight rising player until someone has angrily vagueposted about you implying you're a terrible person#over an excessively uncharitable interpretation of a minor difference in opinion#to be clear i'm being sarcastic#this is depression humor#the empty kind that contains only minor flickers of mildly interested in the goings on but not really caring#just sort of#noticing it#but mirthless pseudo-joking aside i have actually seen a consistent thing in that tag#where literally one(1) person will make a post about something#and then will be followed by multiple angry rants from people asserting that they're tired of seeing people say x#when if you scroll down it is literally only one person#and half the time it isn't even actually what the response posts think it's about they just interpreted something in the worst way possible#i've never seen that phenomenon to quite the same level anywhere else#anyway that's why i say(not seriously. to be clear) you're not a real fr player until that's happened#it's like. a joke about how that happens basically any time anyone on there says a thing that sounds like an opinion#except it's not actually funny it's just kind of hollow and makes you feel tired and even more detatched#i feel like i have to make it very clear that i'm not serious about this#because the how dare you say we piss on the poor problem is downright atrocious over there#to the point where i'm half ironically convinced flight rising is the epicenter of it#depression-induced showerthoughts#now even more half-formed and rambly than usual!#i think i'm being accused of... demanding free labor from artists and directly insulting them all to their faces or something?#i can never tell#my brain doesn't have the energy to even try to make sense of anything like this anymre#it just looks at them in a bleary confused haze and sighs wearily#i'm basically sitting here mumbling to myself in an alleyway occasionally being reminded that passerby can hear me#my technically public vent journal
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