It's done! · 12:05am Mar 10th, 2018
... What will I do now?
Here I am again... Writing about an existential thingamajig... To be honest, I'm afraid of being forgotten.
You see, in ancient Egypt, the worst thing that could ever be done to a criminal is to have all memory of them be removed from the world because of the criminal were forgotten, he couldn't exist in the afterlife.
They'd cross out names, burn scrolls and other records of that person. So when that person was dead, he'd truly be dead. Just gone, nonexistent, finito.
Roughly 9 years ago this month, The Lost Element began. And I have dutifully stuck to my guns the entire way, seeing the glorious rise, tragic fall, and crushing end of MLP FiM in the process. And even now, I still carry on with my work. And yet so much has happened during that time and not all of it is happy.
The title says it all, people. After some time reading things somewhere that made me look inward to confront some unpleasant facts about myself, (Even reading about Bojack Horseman on Tvtropes alone is enough to illicit this) I just need to vent for a bit. Please bear with me.
Because then I end up writing stuff like this.
I wrote this sort of pseudo-metafiction-slash-review stream-of-consciousness 'thing' to myself after finishing Background Pony (about 5 months ago), which took days to read but was totally worth it even though the ending was horribly, horribly depressing. I don't think I smiled for a while after finishing it.
Then I kind of forgot about it and never did anything with it. So, here it is, all
I really didn't want to do this.
Every year that passes, we find more YouTube content creators who have decided to move away from the platform due to different situations. But when it comes to people who tolerate the pressure of their audience, it can become dangerous for one's mental health.
This topic has been in my mind for the last weeks, to the point that I'm having an existencial crisis and most of the time I look like this:
I've been thinking about if so often, that the conclusions are existentialist-like. Join me in this trip throughout the age of adolescence.
... and I can't be more proud of myself.
Like, imagine a milk chocolate chip, milk dippable cookie. A lot for people love them, some don't. I definitely don't lmfao, but now, imagine a lactose free, oatmeal peanut butter cookie. That's me.
And surprisingly, a lot of people hate them the fuck is wrong with you; they're healthy and delicious, you jackholes. Me, I'm that type of cookie.