#heartlessness

[dispatchesfromtheclasswar]

[itsmythang]

The absolute heartlessness, punching down and gleefully celebrating when desperate people suffer, is disgusting.

How @KristiNoem has changed since 2010 is staggering. The lack of compassion is a stain. Take off your mask, and treat people with respect.

Adam Kinzinger

[delicate---bones]

I assume everyone will get bored of me because I get bored of them -> I keep people around because it services me to I have their attention and loyalty -> I won’t let anyone leave me even while I’m simultaneously mentally and physically leaving them

[somenteniki]

✮✮✮✮✮✮✮ ༺☆༻

𝟔𝟔𝟔 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐒𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𐩰 𐐏 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐋𝐘 𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐒

ꪩꦃꦂꦽꦷꦶꦵꦹ⚠︎ 𝕭𝖊 𝖈𝖆𝖗𝖊𝖋𝖚𝖑. 𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝖉𝖊𝖛𝖎𝖑 𝖍𝖆𝖘 𝖆 𝖕𝖗𝖊𝖙𝖙𝖞 𝖋𝖆𝖈𝖊.

[writing-ideas-inc]

Dialogue Prompt

“You’re a cold, heartless being.”

“Yes, I am. Now move out of my way. I’ve got a mission to complete, and apparently I’m the only one with the guts to do it.”

“This is your last chance. Do this, and you’ll lose your humanity.”

Mod Carolyn @theories-fans-andwombats

[j-august]

The great family characteristic of the Stanhopes might probably be said to be heartlessness, but this want of feeling was, in most of them, accompanied by so great an amount of good nature as to make itself but little noticeable to the world. They were so prone to oblige their neighbours that their neighbours failed to perceive how indifferent to them was the happiness and well-being of those around them. The Stanhopes would visit you in your sickness (provided it were not contagious), would bring you oranges, French novels, and the last new bit of scandal, and then hear of your death or your recovery with an equally indifferent composure. Their conduct to each other was the same as to the world; they bore and forbore; and there was sometimes, as will be seen, much necessity for forbearing; but their love among themselves rarely reached above this. It is astonishing how much each of the family was able to do, and how much each did, to prevent the well-being of the other four.

Anthony Trollope, Barchester Towers

[dg-fragments]

You found your heart beating for me,

Whilst mine ceased to exist a long time ago,

It was never a case of myself wanting to flee,

For the heartlessness there was just nothing left to do.

- DG

[feotakahari]

Simply Too Stupid to Live

Spun off from here.

“ I propose to use the same standard to identify the “deserving” and “undeserving” poor.  The deserving poor are those who can’t take - and couldn’t have taken - reasonable steps to avoid poverty. The undeserving poor are those who can take - or could have taken - reasonable steps to avoid poverty.”--Bryan Caplan

It would be very easy for me to die in a way that would win me a Darwin Award, and I would not realize I was doing so until it was too late.

For instance, I once read about a Darwin Award winner who saw a waterfall with a sign by it that said “IF YOU GO IN THE WATER, YOU WILL DIE.” Presumably, he must have figured that the sign must have been put up because people went in the deep part of the water and died. The shallows looked safe, so obviously, the people who put up the sign were just being cautious. This is exactly how I would think, and I would be just as surprised as he was when he went in the water and died.

Now, if you were to say that I’d “deserve” to die for that, there’s nothing I could say to argue you out of your point. “Deserving” is not an objective concept, so I can’t make objective statements about it. But I can objectively state that I have no idea how I would stop being a person who thinks in ways that might earn me a Darwin Award someday. Every so often, just far enough apart that I’ve stopped being wary, I put together enough information to come to a catastrophically wrong conclusion. I am dependent upon the rules and safeties other people create to mitigate the potential impact of my poor decision-making.

Subjectively, I think I’m a pretty decent person. I go to work and make my bosses happy, and I go home and make my mother happy. The world would not find itself greatly impoverished by my death, and you could name any number of people who deserve to live more than I do, but I still value this life, and I take threats to it quite seriously--even threats through implication.