It's come to my attention that a good portion of the younger generation has not been made aware of one of the greatest and most hated PILLARS of millennial society.
So I apologize, but I must take on this task. A new hand must touch the beacon. The knowledge must be passed on. The chain can not be broken.
So.
The following are the rules of The Game:
there is no winning The Game
once you know of The Game, you are always playing the game
the point of The Game is to not think about The Game
if you think about The Game, you have lost The Game, and must announce this to those around you - causing them to also lose The Game
A "reset period" of roughly an hour or two before loss announcements is common in colloquial rules to allow yourself and those around you to properly temporarily "forget" about The Game, however that is not an official rule.
Go forth, you next generation, and I am sorry.
"Percy... this isn't how I wanted to do this. And gods know all the attention would appall you.
But - that day with you in Syngorn, when you stood next to me and allowed me to be part of something you hold dearest... I was so proud.
You stood up for me and I - I lied to you. I lied to myself. I hate that I was too afraid to admit it. You're fascinating and obstinate and - and the cleverest man I know.
You have to find your way back to us Percy. Because the truth is -"
when you grew up as a lonely uncool girl it will never stop haunting you by the way. you will meet a cool person at a bar or the train station or at a friend's party and you can wear your most stylish outfit and striking eye makeup and you will swear that they can see through all of the facade and see the lonely terribly insecure teenage girl you used to be who desperately wanted to connect and you will swear that they know that there is like an insurmountable gap between you. this will happen forever
i think there’s actually nothing better than being randomly told “I love you” after doing something characteristically stupid. Like what do you mean I’m a lovable person and I just did something silly and you thought “of course you would do that. I love you.”. No better feeling
That feeling when doom scrolling is interrupted by seemingly harmless fandom content for a fictive in your system, so said fictive is reading over your shoulder and then gets gut punched in the feels half way through because something hit way closer to home than expected
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