Thanks To People Who Don't Even Know I Exist Yet
7 years ago
General
I've read a lot of stories lately.
I like them.
I just don't like the Mental Regression ones.
No, actually, it's not that. The writing's good, the author's good, but here I am thinking this could happen to me.
Do you know what Alzheimer's is? I don't think they have a direct correlation except for one thing.
The effect of slowly losing your memory and/or who you are as a person, to me, feels equivalent to the characters losing their minds. Regressing. Losing control. Losing freedom of choice. Losing free will.
THINGS WE DO NOT WANT TO LOSE, AND MY GREAT-GRANDPARENTS ARE GOING THROUGH THAT. Yes, I might be a depressed person who sometimes perhaps incorrectly thinks of himself as worthless or undeserving of kindness, BUT I FEEL THAT NO ONE DESERVES TO FEEL THAT MUCH PAIN.
Paranoia about this has gotten the better of me for the majority of about four years, and of course I have to forget that things like this don't exist. These people aren't real. Nothing has actually happened to them in person. I swear I tell myself that every time, every sentence. Nothing has actually happened to them. Nothing has actually happened to them. Nothing has actually happened to them. Nothing has actually happened to them.
It doesn't work.
There's one upside to this, though. All the writers did was impress, and get themselves another reader. Nothing out of the ordinary. Nothing purposefully made to scare people, because other people can take jokes and understand that some things are imagination at best. I can't do that much anymore.
Their writing is great, but my reaction is not.
I like them.
I just don't like the Mental Regression ones.
No, actually, it's not that. The writing's good, the author's good, but here I am thinking this could happen to me.
Do you know what Alzheimer's is? I don't think they have a direct correlation except for one thing.
The effect of slowly losing your memory and/or who you are as a person, to me, feels equivalent to the characters losing their minds. Regressing. Losing control. Losing freedom of choice. Losing free will.
THINGS WE DO NOT WANT TO LOSE, AND MY GREAT-GRANDPARENTS ARE GOING THROUGH THAT. Yes, I might be a depressed person who sometimes perhaps incorrectly thinks of himself as worthless or undeserving of kindness, BUT I FEEL THAT NO ONE DESERVES TO FEEL THAT MUCH PAIN.
Paranoia about this has gotten the better of me for the majority of about four years, and of course I have to forget that things like this don't exist. These people aren't real. Nothing has actually happened to them in person. I swear I tell myself that every time, every sentence. Nothing has actually happened to them. Nothing has actually happened to them. Nothing has actually happened to them. Nothing has actually happened to them.
It doesn't work.
There's one upside to this, though. All the writers did was impress, and get themselves another reader. Nothing out of the ordinary. Nothing purposefully made to scare people, because other people can take jokes and understand that some things are imagination at best. I can't do that much anymore.
Their writing is great, but my reaction is not.
FA+
