So, to you, "geeks" are socially inept functionally retarded uglier than sin virgins with all the tact and charm of down's syndrome? And this was the group you chose to associate yourself with? My god, that's a group I'd RUN from. Even if I was the ugliest person on this planet.TheRealCJ said:
First and foremost let me front the idea that social labels are always a negative point to your character (or, more specifically, lack there of). You identify yourself with a certain "label" ("geeks", "jocks", "goths", "metalheads", whatever) because you're either too simple, or too incompetent, or too scared, to simple accept yourself as whatever you are. It IS easier to follow. It is easier to simply look at a set of predetermined standards and just blindly follow those than be who you are. First because no matter how shitty things get with everyone else, you have bought yourself a support group through your subservience. "You join us, we'll back you up!" is the unspoken contract of these things. Second because you just don't have to think... Thinking is such a tiresome thing. You have to decide what you stand up for, what you like, what you dislike, what you want, what you feel... Every bloody minute of every day... Over everything... Isn't that tiresome? So much easier if someone else just does it for you, and you just subscribe to their newsletter.
Why? Why must we bear this crux of penance, this sword of damocles, that if we happen to enjoy something we must immediately adhere to whatever other tastes the loudest group of fanatics happen to advocate? Can't I not enjoy a game without being a socially maladjusted 300 lb piece of ugly who instantly ejaculates the moments he comes within 5 ft of a female? Am I forced to lobotomise myself, say "bro" five times per sentence, and become incapable of tackling any situation that isn't solved by punching if I enjoy playing sports?
Can't you be healthy, socially adjusted AND enjoy gaming? Are we so pathetically shallow that we can't enjoy the things we enjoy? That we need to constantly evaluate whom else shares tastes with us, so we can better fit this ridiculous notion we created for ourselves based on a pre-determined model?
If you enjoy games, enjoy your fucking game. Why does it matter who else enjoys it? If you suddenly discovered the worst person in the world enjoyed your favourite activity, would you stop?
/rant.
