I just realized this but the people I imagine myself venting to are probably my true closest friends
I don’t know why it took this long to realize that though
let them know how the shit you share is meaningful and that you enjoy life more with them around
eh I’m not sure if they feel that way about me
“I really like bullshin with you dude/bro”
This is super important to do.
I hate that I missed out on Conan’s talk show years, because I was going to kill on there with my humorous vignettes.
This is the plot of the first Joker movie…
Oi! Get out of my headspace, I’m already trying to build confidence without overinflating my Ego and he doesn’t need your enabling.
(I should stress, this is joke, good meme OP)
Shit, I need to level up. That sounds much more cathartic.
My go-to is a fantasy in which I give an unfiltered speech to graduating seniors at a university, explaining in detail the day to day bullshit they will be dealing with once they enter the workforce.
I’m in this picture and feel personally attacked.
This tracks pretty hard.
After hearing about how big a flop the Borderlands movie was, I decided to watch it.
It was so abysmally bad I took psychic damage. Days latter I’m still wondering how anyone could have made those script decisions unless they were actively sabotaging the project.
I was unable to sleep one night so I starting making a YouTube video about how terrible the movie was. I’d say I’m at level 53.
So dreams are like level 200: your brain evolutionarily built a venting and coping mechanism that makes it invent fictional universes in which it pretends to live while you are sleeping.
You enter stage 2, and the leveling starts over, when it bleeds over into real life. Not documenting stage 1 stuff, but efforts to make it happen.
I imagine I die and I become one of those movie ghosts that can literally do anything and start remaking the world in my image.
What level is it where you consider making a lemmy post about it but you imagine all the replies and what people would tell you so it just kinda ends up working itself out without even having to type.
Is this a Joker reference?
What’s the level where I vent by creating an imaginary alternate universe of whatever fandom I’m engaged with at the moment where my self-insert is one of key characters and all the trauma gives him cool abilities?
Unexpected HIMYM??