Post by anna on Oct 23, 2020 19:18:02 GMT -5
Human beings don’t deal well with the truth.
This is the thought that ran through each of us listening to the rambling of dear Anthony as he tried to bluster his way through utterly wasted camera time. Indeed, the majority of it sounded for all the world like a two-year-old pouting and crying and sniveling. “Oh, yeah? Well...well...well...I’ve dealt with tougher that you!”, he sobbed all the while attempting to pull up his big boy pants and pretend to be noble. And in his mind, he has. Everybody thinks they’ve dealt with tougher until the next tough thing comes along. He spouted insults--about us, about J-Rok--that were meager attempts to make one upset. And perhaps on someone lesser, it would work. Sending a fury through them and making them be instantly defensive and acting like a child themselves.
Unfortunately for him, all this did was get a shrug from the Prime through the vessel. All that talk and cocksure chest-thumping without a single pause to actually think. It wasn’t a shock to us. When truth is placed upon humans as bluntly and simply as it was, they always without fail go for the knee jerk response of “THIS IS NIHILISM! YOU ARE HORRIBLE!” When the facts are more varied than that. Because the truth is only as bleak as you make of it. It’s so easy to see the darkness. Few bother to see light.
In embracing the prospect that one is but a watershed moment, there is absolute freedom. The chains are off. There is nobody to impress, no rules to follow. One is free to be themselves. And humanity is so afraid of that. They are so afraid of who and what they really are that they will do absolutely everything to deny it. They will paint themselves as literally anything else when all that does is hinder them. They’ll scream about wanting to better themselves but without seeing who and what they are, they will never attain the things they seek. You cannot be bigger than life without first aknowledging how small you’ve made yourself..
And you can’t be the hero without being a civilian.
We had endured sacrifices for the people we cared for. We have died deaths for humanity and guess what? For the most part? They didn’t care. And it hurt the most. It hurt more than anything. The irony is that by not opening our hearts to everyone, by not caring about every little opinion that comes our way, life is actually...better! There’s little shame and that which comes is easily rectified. Anthony Caffery is incorrect. We care about people. We have simply learned to care about our people. Most importantly, we’ve learned to care about ourself. And we learned that our opinion has to matter to us. If one is not their biggest fan, one won’t have any fans.
This is his problem. He puffs his chest but believes nothing that he says. He uses Radu as a crutch to get back on his own two, irony of all ironies. He is afraid of the silence that can heal his broken heart if only he tried. He is so caught in the darkness, he will not see the light that peeks through.
Some of us laugh at him.
Some of us are sad for him.
The mistake we made was in thinking that the old man was the fragile one. But now we see. It was you the entire time. The Purple Emperors are equally crippled. One physically, the other mentally. Both together make one man. One without the other is dead. The bond of friendship will keep them together, if only for a short amount of time. Now look at Dodo-a-Gogo. Actually look. Anna Daniels. Lisa Seldon. Also with a bond of friendship. But we’ve endured enough storms apart as well as together that even if one falls, the other stands tall. In essence, this is a handicap match. One against an army. One defeating many is not impossible. But it’s going to be difficult. It’s going to be painful. It’s going to be a challenge.
It’s going to be a battle.
So what now? Listening to all this crying and chest thumping, what is there left to do? Do you want us to care about your history lessons? Why this date is soooo important? All that does is give us a massive urge to quote that Street Fighter meme. For you, the day Bison graced your village was the most important day of your life. But for me...well. Do you want us to fix humanity’s problems? Do we fuckin’ look like the Doctor to you? You’re all supposed to be this intelligent species. Start by listening to those that are smarter than you. Here, lemmie help out the Americans. Next time, don’t vote in an idiot real estate grifter to do a politician’s job. There! There’s a freebie! Physician, heal thyself. Because the cure only matters if you’re willing to live.
No. At this point, we think the time for talk is kinda over. What’s worth saying has already been said. So here’s what we’re going to do. We’re going to turn off this stupid promo because your voice is already the most annoying thing on the planet. We’re going home to our husband to take care of him and to prepare for every asshole we have to murder. Then we’re going to sleep because we like sleeping. And then we wait for a bell to ring. Because along with all the other things that don’t matter, words tend to be in that pile.
A storm is coming. But when you’re everything, it’s nothing but a weak drizzle.
This is the thought that ran through each of us listening to the rambling of dear Anthony as he tried to bluster his way through utterly wasted camera time. Indeed, the majority of it sounded for all the world like a two-year-old pouting and crying and sniveling. “Oh, yeah? Well...well...well...I’ve dealt with tougher that you!”, he sobbed all the while attempting to pull up his big boy pants and pretend to be noble. And in his mind, he has. Everybody thinks they’ve dealt with tougher until the next tough thing comes along. He spouted insults--about us, about J-Rok--that were meager attempts to make one upset. And perhaps on someone lesser, it would work. Sending a fury through them and making them be instantly defensive and acting like a child themselves.
Unfortunately for him, all this did was get a shrug from the Prime through the vessel. All that talk and cocksure chest-thumping without a single pause to actually think. It wasn’t a shock to us. When truth is placed upon humans as bluntly and simply as it was, they always without fail go for the knee jerk response of “THIS IS NIHILISM! YOU ARE HORRIBLE!” When the facts are more varied than that. Because the truth is only as bleak as you make of it. It’s so easy to see the darkness. Few bother to see light.
In embracing the prospect that one is but a watershed moment, there is absolute freedom. The chains are off. There is nobody to impress, no rules to follow. One is free to be themselves. And humanity is so afraid of that. They are so afraid of who and what they really are that they will do absolutely everything to deny it. They will paint themselves as literally anything else when all that does is hinder them. They’ll scream about wanting to better themselves but without seeing who and what they are, they will never attain the things they seek. You cannot be bigger than life without first aknowledging how small you’ve made yourself..
And you can’t be the hero without being a civilian.
We had endured sacrifices for the people we cared for. We have died deaths for humanity and guess what? For the most part? They didn’t care. And it hurt the most. It hurt more than anything. The irony is that by not opening our hearts to everyone, by not caring about every little opinion that comes our way, life is actually...better! There’s little shame and that which comes is easily rectified. Anthony Caffery is incorrect. We care about people. We have simply learned to care about our people. Most importantly, we’ve learned to care about ourself. And we learned that our opinion has to matter to us. If one is not their biggest fan, one won’t have any fans.
This is his problem. He puffs his chest but believes nothing that he says. He uses Radu as a crutch to get back on his own two, irony of all ironies. He is afraid of the silence that can heal his broken heart if only he tried. He is so caught in the darkness, he will not see the light that peeks through.
Some of us laugh at him.
Some of us are sad for him.
The mistake we made was in thinking that the old man was the fragile one. But now we see. It was you the entire time. The Purple Emperors are equally crippled. One physically, the other mentally. Both together make one man. One without the other is dead. The bond of friendship will keep them together, if only for a short amount of time. Now look at Dodo-a-Gogo. Actually look. Anna Daniels. Lisa Seldon. Also with a bond of friendship. But we’ve endured enough storms apart as well as together that even if one falls, the other stands tall. In essence, this is a handicap match. One against an army. One defeating many is not impossible. But it’s going to be difficult. It’s going to be painful. It’s going to be a challenge.
It’s going to be a battle.
So what now? Listening to all this crying and chest thumping, what is there left to do? Do you want us to care about your history lessons? Why this date is soooo important? All that does is give us a massive urge to quote that Street Fighter meme. For you, the day Bison graced your village was the most important day of your life. But for me...well. Do you want us to fix humanity’s problems? Do we fuckin’ look like the Doctor to you? You’re all supposed to be this intelligent species. Start by listening to those that are smarter than you. Here, lemmie help out the Americans. Next time, don’t vote in an idiot real estate grifter to do a politician’s job. There! There’s a freebie! Physician, heal thyself. Because the cure only matters if you’re willing to live.
No. At this point, we think the time for talk is kinda over. What’s worth saying has already been said. So here’s what we’re going to do. We’re going to turn off this stupid promo because your voice is already the most annoying thing on the planet. We’re going home to our husband to take care of him and to prepare for every asshole we have to murder. Then we’re going to sleep because we like sleeping. And then we wait for a bell to ring. Because along with all the other things that don’t matter, words tend to be in that pile.
A storm is coming. But when you’re everything, it’s nothing but a weak drizzle.