When will the general population ever learn that these “video game violence is bad” activists are doing the same old song and dance? Seriously, this shit has been going on since entertainment has been around. They started with saying movies cause violence, which is not true, then they moved on to books, which is just fucking stupid, and then they moved on to comic books, again fucking stupid, then rock music came about and they thought that the Beetles were causing adolescent delinquency. And now, for the past twenty or so years they have been saying that violent video games are the cause of people committing acts of violence. Seriously, what the fuck people? When are you so-called “adults” gonna grow the hell up and realize that making this assumption (which it is just that) is just making a mockery out of real mental illness? There are people who are just extremely fucked in the head and need help and we treat this as some kind of joke. Yeah, let’s make everyone a victim and not have anyone take responsibility for their own stupid actions. Real fucking brilliant. While there are people with mental illnesses out there needing help, they are being overlooked because people are making such a big deal out of entertainment and that’s all it is. It’s just entertainment to keep you occupied when you get bored. Fuck! Sometimes I’m just really embarrassed to even call myself a U.S. citizen with all these fucking morons running around like a bunch of dumb-asses thinking that Fox News is the holy word of fact and the pinnacle of “good” journalism. Well, I’ve gone on long enough. In the end, what I’m trying to say is, don’t take everything the news says seriously or as fact. So, stop letting other people tell you what is fact and do the research yourself, cause if you haven’t figured it out yet, all the news channels care about is entertaining you and getting as many views as possible. This has been a very pissed off DED Loner saying, have a good one and keep researching…you never know how many people are lying to you.
Plenty Of Fear To Share
When you, an average person, get scared you close yourself off and try to flee the sensation. You hide away in your subconscious, telling yourself that it wasn’t real and everything’s gonna be okay. Well, to someone like me, fear is fun. Fear is enticing and filled with joy. It brings out the imagination and stimulates the senses but, that’s just when people like me experience fear. When we want to share our fear with you, that’s when our imagination is at its peak. All the fun little things to get you to jump out of your seat, or have a brief glimpse of the inevitable. The rush, it certainly gets the blood going. With all that being said, it really comes down to two kinds of people. Those who loathe fear and flee at every opportunity and those who embrace the fear, wishing to never escape it. But, alas, like any kind of drug, it can get to be pretty…fatal. So, one must learn to pace one’s self and be sure to not get carried away with it. Because, how will it be fun if there’s no one left to scare? So, just remember the next time you hear something that goes bump in the night, it might just be a neighbor wanting to share his or her fear with you. Because, sharing is caring, right?
Personal Responsibility
Wading through the crowds of the masses,
you struggle to get through to the other side,
you tell yourself it’s important,
others tell you it’s important,
but when you start to think about it,
is it really that important,
is risking life and limb to get to a desk,
really that important,
will it change lives for the better,
will it bring peace to the masses,
or is it just another mundane thing,
they want you to believe is for the better,
these tormenting thoughts burn through your mind,
as you race across traffic and rush through crowds,
all to get to a desk,
just a simple wooden desk,
where they make you believe you’re doing good,
when all you are really doing,
is making them richer as you grow tired,
work they call it,
do they even know what work really is,
have they ever bleed for their money,
well, suppose they do,
why then, why would they let you do all the work,
while they sit and make more money than they can spend,
why would they lie to you about the raise,
how could they blatantly tell you to your face,
that you will get a promotion and be lying through their teeth,
maybe they’re corrupt from all the things they had to do,
to get where they are now,
or perhaps you let them lie to you,
because sometimes a lie is better than nothing,
especially when a lie is all you have.
What Does This All Mean?
I’ve grown up in an average life,
no real problems and no real strife,
I graduated highschool,
I’ve had two jobs,
I’ve made money, spent money and lost money,
I’ve been lucky to have parents and friends who care,
even in school I was lucky to be made fun of by
my friends for it made me who I am today,
but what does it mean when knowing I’m so
lucky to have all these great things in my life isn’t making me happy?
what does it mean that I can hang out with friends
and be with family and still feel like I shouldn’t be there?
as if I didn’t fit in anywhere,
what does it mean when I can’t be grateful for
being alive and breathing air,
and having such wonderful people around me?
what does it mean?
am I suffering from depression and need
prescribed drugs to make everything better?
or am I just a sociopath unable to feel anything?
I ask these questions not for attention or entertainment,
I ask these questions to see if anyone else feels
the same way or asks these very same questions,
I wish to know if anyone else out there is a prisoner of their own mind,
I say a prisoner of the mind because that’s what it feels like,
unable to say what I’m thinking,
incapable of focusing on one thing at a time,
and the warden, the warden is me,
but some where along the line I lost the key,
the key that could unlock this cage I’ve been stuck in for most of my life,
I guess in some weird way I’m looking for a lock-smith,
someone who can open this cage and set me free,
because, being in this cage for this long,
I’ve gathered some unwanted cell-mates,
first, came my new best friend Fear,
he keeps me from doing what I want and going for my dreams,
next, Paranoia tagged along,
he urges me to trust no one and keep to myself,
finally, Hatred stood in front of the cell door,
taunting me and filling my head with garbage,
now, I hate everything,
all of these things surround my mind,
keeping me down and there’s nothing I can do about it,
so, I ask again, what does all of this mean?
The McCarthy Chronicles: Episode 1 (a game recommendation)
I just finished playing the most bad-ass film-noir inspired game I have ever played. It’s called,
“The McCarthy Chronicles: Episode 1″ and it is a point and click adventure. From the moment you start the game you just know you are in for one hell of a ride. You start off in a room, hanging by your neck, as the main character begins to speak. Basically, your classic film-noir opening. The atmosphere throughout the entire game is just fantastic. You get so drawn in that you are compelled to keep playing and you can’t stop. I guarantee you will play until you finish the game. And the best part about it is…it’s a free -to-play indie-game. Yep, it’s free-to-play. If you’ve been reading this up to this point stop and go download the game and have yourself a damn good time. And on that note, I am your mentally perturbed DED Loner saying, game on.
http://gamejolt.com/games/adventure/the-mccarthy-chronicles-episode-1/1259/
The Dark-side of Art
A lowly artist in a careless world,
tries so desperately to make it,
makes an effort to be seen,
by anyone at anytime,
and keeps failing miserably,
a hopeless dream in a selfish world,
people taking up the light,
keeping artists in the night,
but art will never die,
to master that which grips us tight,
is not the path that all can take,
for living a dream takes ungodly tolls,
sorting out the weak from the strong,
no more life, no more friends,
no more sanity in your head,
the life of an artist takes its toll,
leaving you with no control,
a possession of the soul,
unable to sleep or think,
until unfinished work complete,
but the cycle never ends,
one work finished another comes forth,
it continues for the rest of your life,
until you have nowhere to go,
and you’ve lost all sense of self,
art is not a choice,
art can not be planned,
art is a force bigger than us,
and art will take hold with no mercy,
the artist is a slave to his/her work,
and there is no escape.
