I don’t care who you are, what you do, and what you think you do: it doesn’t matter how you feel about people; being hateful toward them is being hateful toward them.
Granted, I have not posted here in a long while. And that’s for a reason. I used to think that I could share the portions of me that were messed up with Tumblr and it could help others understand me. I was wrong.
You see, Tumblr fanatics, it didn’t matter if I went to conventions, did right by my now ex-girlfriend, et cetera...I have been utterly harmed in the past year. Through no fault of my own, I watched yet another relationship form with trust, love, et cetera...and watched that all burn to ash as I was cheated on, emotionally harmed, and worst of all, never apologized to.
Rapid Rescue is not out to get you; but Rapid realizes the world is out to harm him. It’s a sad, sad truth that I’m living with more and more these days. In talking to counselors and therapists, the result is always the same: my view of the world and the negativity in it is returning me to the Rapid of pre-BronyCon 2013. That awkward, emotionally-unstable, and fearful shell of a man. I thought I was doing okay after that event: I found myself someone and fell in love. But as I found post BronyCon 2014: love is not only fickle, but it only arises when others need you.
You see kids, the world only values you when you have use to them. I was an emotional block for a lot of people. Rapid Rescue was a beloved person. Coming into going as an attendee at BronyCon 2015? I found that I was utterly useless for much more than being yelled at, berated, and hurt further. Most of those people I work with had no idea of the emotional turmoil I was going through, minus say...dispatchrabbi.
The people I roomed with, as well.
You see, kids, I’m not doing well. Not at all. I watched the woman I loved and her kid move past me within a matter of weeks after our breakup. Now I’m watching as her ‘lover’ breaks her and she finds that my warnings weren’t just for show.
In the end, I’m watching as a good majority of my friends turn their backs on me. I’m watching what good life I had fall apart.
...in short, welcome to the end of the caring, loving pony you once knew as Rapid Rescue. You bastards wanted it, and it’s happening. It’s over. Friendship, Loyalty, Laughter, Kindness, Honesty, Generosity...they used to come natural to me. But those days are gone.
Instead, welcome to the new age. The age of Rapid no longer caring and hating himself.
In the end, you got what you wanted. I hope you’re proud.
dededos
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