Re: why does nobody here make jokes?
inb4 haku made a joke because i can never tell with you and i take the post mostly seriously. This place was my first rhythm game forum (i guess 2nd if you count lurking the Frets on Fire wikidot in the early 00's) and that quote holds true to the moment i first set foot in a rhythm game forum, or at least i believed it did. from when i was young, i remember questioning myself on almost everything i posted. like some kind of anxiety-driven demagoguery machine (demagoguery is actually a word trust me i just googled, fuck yeah earth), I'd throw away every natural instinct or better natured expression I was capable of because I was afraid of the permanency of my actions, I wanted my posts to be liked, to stay liked, to be undisputed. basically just wanted to feel like i'd found actual people who could do what i couldn't and actually respected what i had to offer. I wanted to fit in and i wanted to get good, I wanted to prove to others I could improve at this game almost as much as I wasn't aware that I was the only person who doubted I could.
Worlds like this can often glamorize perfection and other ideals, but after some time coming to terms with humanity i've realised no single body gives nearly as many fucks about what you do as much as you do, they're more genuinely likely to be interested in whose doing it rather than what is being done. people care about people, they rarely truly give a fuck about differences, those differences just give us something to talk about.
If we get caught up on sets people apart, we'll forget why we're all here in the first place, the mutual interest
the arrows are a pastime, the arrowsmashers are a reminder we're not all as lost as we think. forget perfection, its your flaws i love most ffr
inb4 haku made a joke because i can never tell with you and i take the post mostly seriously. This place was my first rhythm game forum (i guess 2nd if you count lurking the Frets on Fire wikidot in the early 00's) and that quote holds true to the moment i first set foot in a rhythm game forum, or at least i believed it did. from when i was young, i remember questioning myself on almost everything i posted. like some kind of anxiety-driven demagoguery machine (demagoguery is actually a word trust me i just googled, fuck yeah earth), I'd throw away every natural instinct or better natured expression I was capable of because I was afraid of the permanency of my actions, I wanted my posts to be liked, to stay liked, to be undisputed. basically just wanted to feel like i'd found actual people who could do what i couldn't and actually respected what i had to offer. I wanted to fit in and i wanted to get good, I wanted to prove to others I could improve at this game almost as much as I wasn't aware that I was the only person who doubted I could.
Worlds like this can often glamorize perfection and other ideals, but after some time coming to terms with humanity i've realised no single body gives nearly as many fucks about what you do as much as you do, they're more genuinely likely to be interested in whose doing it rather than what is being done. people care about people, they rarely truly give a fuck about differences, those differences just give us something to talk about.
If we get caught up on sets people apart, we'll forget why we're all here in the first place, the mutual interest
the arrows are a pastime, the arrowsmashers are a reminder we're not all as lost as we think. forget perfection, its your flaws i love most ffr
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