Ineffable Ontological Detanglement .: Introspective Assistance & Mental Analysis Manual
Early elementary school, when I still only hung around with girls. I was a little obsessed with engaging in hostilities with girls I liked, evil level three cognitive functioning hotties, hoping they would hit me and realize they liked sex violence. I thought I was witty and charming. There was one girl, we had spoken quite a few times, we were friendly. I had to see her dark edge face turn adorable frightened kitten and refuse to listen to me when I tried to apologize, hey you know me you know I don't... I carried far too much significance in her mind, she was too overwhelmed to do anything with it. She went home and cried herself to sleep. It was just a stupid. Stupid meaningless. I guess I need to grow up. My position within the minds of people is actually pretty serious business, I really shouldn't play with it.
I had just got done lambasting a cognitive functioning level two bully, he informed me he's going to have to kill himself, I said well then I guess home and kill yourself, that's what your brain says, killing yourself is better than looking at yourself. Something about our conversation hit a sweet adorable little cognitive functioning level two named Jessica funny, so... She had to go home and kill herself. I didn't know... I didn't know how to deflect it, I don't want you to kill yourself I love you you're so sweet you're so funny you're adorable. She screamed I'm sorry but I have to. I don't understand... I didn't know, it's just a malfunction of ego investment, it goes too hard it goes too far. Then I seem to have a collection of false memories, I believe trauma dreams, that say good thing I didn't do it, good thing you knew how to stop me. Then she says no I did it I'm dead and a shadow falls over her and she melts into a skeleton and disappears. She said I don't want this anymore, I know you're right I know you're right about reincarnation too I don't want this one anymore. It sounds cool on "dead" it turns into like a metallic voice box and fades out.
Oh here's where he came to the realization that inside we're still people and it isn't okay to blanket discriminate just because of a person's brain and then he COVERED IT UP. No, I was intellectually aware of the situation at the time, I was the one who made sure to tell her... No no no I like YOU, I like you a lot, I just hate your brain. I had a similar situation with my father.