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- Jun 6, 2015
No new content, but I've been thinking about this cow for a while, and I have some armchair psychology and power leveling I want to get out.
She has nothing she aspires to be. Even most cows have some end game (Phil wants to be a Mexican woman and ride a bike, Chris wants to find a lesbian sweetheart, Dobby wants to work for Disney and maybe have a few lesbian sweethearts) but she doesn't have any of that. She only wants to be a victim. I've had my chest groped, it sucks. She's perfectly valid in feeling upset and violated by that. She should probably have gone to therapy. But she's twisted that into this insane, life shattering mess. She doesn't have any personal goals or aspirations, she just wants to be the poor girl who was molested and became a tragic, romanticized broken figure, too delicate and sensitive to function in the real world. She's so out of control that the thing that ruined her life (the boob squeeze) isn't even harmful enough to justify the ire and anger she has in her heart, she's had to start calling it 'near rape'. And somehow she thinks she's entitled a massive amount of money for all this.
The thing is, I've been raped. I had the most stereotypical rape story ever, it was a stranger with a gun in a park at night. I know it's not a 'who was victimized the most' contest, but I'd say what happened to me was a lot worse. I attend a rape survivors group, and what happened to me was still pretty mild compared to what some of these women went though. And for a while, I did feel like the world had ended and all I wanted to do was stay in my bedroom and watch Netflix and cry. After a few months of this though, I decided I didn't want to be a victim, and let some monsters actions define who I was and what I could do. What he did was traumatic, but by letting it fester he hadn't just physically abused me, he was mentally abusing me. And I have too much to offer the world, and so much of the world I want to see to keep myself locked up. I struggle every day, but it's gotten to the point that I kind of like the struggle and facing something that really scares me. It means I'm breaking new ground, and my life is going to be better for it.
She has no friends, she doesn't even seem to have any online friends, she's completely alienated her parents (Who are SAINTS. I can't imagine the hell living with her must be). She bitches about how her parents treat her brother better than her... they probably do. If I had two kids and one acted like her, there wouldn't even be a contest. Every little aspect of her life is just another thing that grinds her into the dirt and (in her eyes) makes her that much more of a victim. So yeah, she's living her dream right now. I don't think she's ever going to have the epiphany that I did, that you can either be a victim or you can be a survivor. Because why would she? She's getting exactly what she wants in life. And to me, that's really fucking depressing.
The thing is, I've been raped. I had the most stereotypical rape story ever, it was a stranger with a gun in a park at night. I know it's not a 'who was victimized the most' contest, but I'd say what happened to me was a lot worse. I attend a rape survivors group, and what happened to me was still pretty mild compared to what some of these women went though. And for a while, I did feel like the world had ended and all I wanted to do was stay in my bedroom and watch Netflix and cry. After a few months of this though, I decided I didn't want to be a victim, and let some monsters actions define who I was and what I could do. What he did was traumatic, but by letting it fester he hadn't just physically abused me, he was mentally abusing me. And I have too much to offer the world, and so much of the world I want to see to keep myself locked up. I struggle every day, but it's gotten to the point that I kind of like the struggle and facing something that really scares me. It means I'm breaking new ground, and my life is going to be better for it.
She has no friends, she doesn't even seem to have any online friends, she's completely alienated her parents (Who are SAINTS. I can't imagine the hell living with her must be). She bitches about how her parents treat her brother better than her... they probably do. If I had two kids and one acted like her, there wouldn't even be a contest. Every little aspect of her life is just another thing that grinds her into the dirt and (in her eyes) makes her that much more of a victim. So yeah, she's living her dream right now. I don't think she's ever going to have the epiphany that I did, that you can either be a victim or you can be a survivor. Because why would she? She's getting exactly what she wants in life. And to me, that's really fucking depressing.