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~VenomousInk
The names Venny, or Ven for short. Pleased to meet yah~
So my artwork may not be... "good", but I'm always trying to better myself. I'm always interested in meeting new people.
If you wish to add me on Discord, please ask. I don't accept random people unless you ask my permission first. People tend to ghost me and prove to be a worthless waste of invested time and effort. Which is why I enforce at the very least, Note me here on FA.
No_RolePlay massfurs
Q: But you do RP.
A: With select people. Sorry, I'm not doing it anymore with anyone. Please don't ask me for it.
I also would appreciate it if you're to message me in whichever way i.e FA's Notes, Discord, etc, please don't suddenly message me like I suddenly exist when I upload new art.
So my artwork may not be... "good", but I'm always trying to better myself. I'm always interested in meeting new people.
If you wish to add me on Discord, please ask. I don't accept random people unless you ask my permission first. People tend to ghost me and prove to be a worthless waste of invested time and effort. Which is why I enforce at the very least, Note me here on FA.
No_RolePlay massfurs
Q: But you do RP.
A: With select people. Sorry, I'm not doing it anymore with anyone. Please don't ask me for it.
I also would appreciate it if you're to message me in whichever way i.e FA's Notes, Discord, etc, please don't suddenly message me like I suddenly exist when I upload new art.
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A dumb rant
4 years ago
I've mentioned before about my mixed feelings on Roleplays. Both consisting of my enjoyment and disdain. Yet there's always something that just has to conflict with my emotions and personal view on people, or in this case, the internet.
Now, I try to fortify the mentality of “internet friends aren't real friends”. Yeah well, what else do I have otherwise? Oh right, nothing. Would nothing be better than lies? A question I don't ask myself normally, but worth pondering. The reason I'm ranting once more is I can't for the life of me trust anyone anymore. People ghost me, ignore me, treat me like I don't exist. Once I give them what they wanted, I go back into nonexistence. That's just how people are, and I highly doubt that reflects only the internet. I could be in the middle of something with a 'friend', and... not even a word. A “brb” also most of the time means “see you whenever I feel like it”. That actually... gets me angry. But before you judge me on that, when you see them doing other stuff, and forgetting you for days, that's what I meant.
Ever get like that? When you actually decide to deny what someone wants and they'll just ignore you, remove you, or only return to you when they want something? It's an endless cycle, but this is worse than roleplays. This is toying with my already unstable psyche. Am I looking toward a perfect world? Hell no, but is it hard to remember the people who care? And not let them constantly be left behind in the rain, alone, wondering what they possibly did wrong? Is it me? Did I say something, act wrongly, refuse to participate? Has to be something.
Though, I do of course understand the busy schedules of the average human being. No one can be truly bound to their screen, waiting for you to start a conversation. I'm not that desperate where my perception of reality is twisted, but its surely becoming undone by the 'friends' I entrusted my already cracked bonds. Yet It's always people, the friends I supposedly made that allowed it to happen. They turn their backs on me when I'm always trying to engage in some form activity. Am I clingy for trying? Or am I just delusional?
Ghosting, is like ripping a part of someone else's being away, especially mine. When people favor the accursed Roleplaying over something more fun and you're just cast out, to me, it's wrong. Any attempt to try something different, even games, is like a chore, a fruitless task that 'friends' are merely exploiting. Least, it's how I see it now.
I'm guilty of this, years ago, though now? I feel nothing toward my mistakes as I've learned from it, evolved from it. Yet through constant mistakes, the lesson is taught, and they never understand. I could truly be the pest I loathe to be just to prove a point. I'm not the same as I used to be, in fact, I fear of walking down the path I once tread, which is why I won't. I know my boundaries, yet why can't anyone do the same? A perfect world doesn't exist, nor should it. Perfection is boring, and is limited. Flaws make us who we are, but also leave a lot of cracks where they outweigh the good.
My point of all this, is through my efforts of no results, 'friends' I care about, truly, even over the internet. I don't think they feel the same toward me, and it shows. I'm not existing for them, yet I try to be there, but when I need someone, I'm left alone. Kind of why I don't bother trying anymore. I keep my issues to myself for as long as I can, festering, eating away at me, until I make one of this little journal posts to let it out, and allowing for anyone to figure out why I'm so up and down. “The ball is in your court” I say, meaning if they want to do anything at all, it's up to them to start off. Giving up is so easy, yet empty. It's like part of me never wants to quit. Suppose that's either the stubbornness or determination to be proven wrong, whichever comes first.
A simple conversation could evolve into so much more if we let it. Is it that difficult?
Leaving, forgetting, abandoning, only proves my point.
Now, I try to fortify the mentality of “internet friends aren't real friends”. Yeah well, what else do I have otherwise? Oh right, nothing. Would nothing be better than lies? A question I don't ask myself normally, but worth pondering. The reason I'm ranting once more is I can't for the life of me trust anyone anymore. People ghost me, ignore me, treat me like I don't exist. Once I give them what they wanted, I go back into nonexistence. That's just how people are, and I highly doubt that reflects only the internet. I could be in the middle of something with a 'friend', and... not even a word. A “brb” also most of the time means “see you whenever I feel like it”. That actually... gets me angry. But before you judge me on that, when you see them doing other stuff, and forgetting you for days, that's what I meant.
Ever get like that? When you actually decide to deny what someone wants and they'll just ignore you, remove you, or only return to you when they want something? It's an endless cycle, but this is worse than roleplays. This is toying with my already unstable psyche. Am I looking toward a perfect world? Hell no, but is it hard to remember the people who care? And not let them constantly be left behind in the rain, alone, wondering what they possibly did wrong? Is it me? Did I say something, act wrongly, refuse to participate? Has to be something.
Though, I do of course understand the busy schedules of the average human being. No one can be truly bound to their screen, waiting for you to start a conversation. I'm not that desperate where my perception of reality is twisted, but its surely becoming undone by the 'friends' I entrusted my already cracked bonds. Yet It's always people, the friends I supposedly made that allowed it to happen. They turn their backs on me when I'm always trying to engage in some form activity. Am I clingy for trying? Or am I just delusional?
Ghosting, is like ripping a part of someone else's being away, especially mine. When people favor the accursed Roleplaying over something more fun and you're just cast out, to me, it's wrong. Any attempt to try something different, even games, is like a chore, a fruitless task that 'friends' are merely exploiting. Least, it's how I see it now.
I'm guilty of this, years ago, though now? I feel nothing toward my mistakes as I've learned from it, evolved from it. Yet through constant mistakes, the lesson is taught, and they never understand. I could truly be the pest I loathe to be just to prove a point. I'm not the same as I used to be, in fact, I fear of walking down the path I once tread, which is why I won't. I know my boundaries, yet why can't anyone do the same? A perfect world doesn't exist, nor should it. Perfection is boring, and is limited. Flaws make us who we are, but also leave a lot of cracks where they outweigh the good.
My point of all this, is through my efforts of no results, 'friends' I care about, truly, even over the internet. I don't think they feel the same toward me, and it shows. I'm not existing for them, yet I try to be there, but when I need someone, I'm left alone. Kind of why I don't bother trying anymore. I keep my issues to myself for as long as I can, festering, eating away at me, until I make one of this little journal posts to let it out, and allowing for anyone to figure out why I'm so up and down. “The ball is in your court” I say, meaning if they want to do anything at all, it's up to them to start off. Giving up is so easy, yet empty. It's like part of me never wants to quit. Suppose that's either the stubbornness or determination to be proven wrong, whichever comes first.
A simple conversation could evolve into so much more if we let it. Is it that difficult?
Leaving, forgetting, abandoning, only proves my point.
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