Ghost stories [CLOSED]

Sector oo4 had always been one of the more unique locations within Hive City. In fact, many would say that it held an air of mystique about it. It was place where people, lands and even worlds came together. From massive skyscrapers, to old cottages, to native american settlements and beyond. There were aspects that many would recognize and many more that were entirely foreign to them. This also made it the ideal location for stories when it came to locations that seemed either too strange or mysterious.

Some joked about abandoned shrines which held ghosts within. Something which the populace seemed to have become all too desensitized to. After all, this city was teeming with oddities who walked the streets on a daily basis. And the sector itself once found itself home to werewolves. The presence of a ghost hardly seemed frightening. Perhaps that was why a group of teens sought to set foot within one of these shrines. An old and withered Japanese styled establishment that had been all but silent since the city’s inception. 

It was supposed to be a fun little distraction. And even if a ghost were to appear, it would be an exciting moment at most. How could any of them had known what would transpire within those darkened walls. The scene came to the attention of one of the local news station hours later. Two of the tree youths that had entered rushed to police, horrified and frantic at the disappearance of one of their third companion. And while the officers were prepared to search for the shrine for the missing girl, the other two prevented them from entering. Mad ranting of evil and demons spewing from their mouths. Horrific cries. Dead eyes. A crying friend being dragged off into the darkness by an invisible force.. and then silence. They remained in their frightened state no matter how much police attempted to calm them down.

Until the girl re-appeared. Simply having stepped out of the shrine, seemingly no worse for wear. The situation was soon regarded as nothing more than a prank. An act set up by the teens for exposure. And while the two friends remained baffled by what had transpired, the girl reassured them that all was well. Everyone dispersed from the scene. All three teens returned to their homes. And yet, the two could not help but question why their third friend struggled to recall their names. And why she bore the stench of rotted flesh.

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I find it interesting how insincere people have become.

And by this I mean how Jaded and all around disappointing. Now, Jaded I can understand, when everyone was little the world had this big facade of perfection about it, everything seemed to work and we accepted it that way because that was simply the way it was.

Now we see things from different perspectives (at least, those of us who have the spatial reasoning to do so) and we see that things can always be worse, but they also could have been better. We learn that life dealt us a specific set of cards at birth and now we have to either play this hand to the best of our ability or fold and walk away from it.

That second option is easy for some, difficult for others.

And with that understanding comes a level of hardening to the reality of things, a desensitization if you will. A basic defense mechanism.

When I was a kid, I thought I could take everyone on face value, long term scheming seemed unfathomable and impractical. Why would anyone take so much time to wait for the perfect opportunity to hurt someone?

Now, bear in mind I was a young and well raised kid, with values and a well established boundary between good and bad behavior.

But now, everywhere I look, I struggle to see the sincerity in people. The reality of them, their true colors if you’re feeling poetic.

Everyone puts up such an effort to conceal that which actually defines them, concealing their weaknesses.

Now, it is perfectly natural and understandable to conceal ones weaknesses in an attempt to appear more threatening than you actually are to ward of predators or those who would seek to do you harm. But that kind of weakness is not what I’m referring to.

Humans are naturally weak in certain areas, and individuals are as well, some people are more susceptible to certain things than others. Yet, this does not make them any less of a person.

The folly in this behavior is when one focuses solely on their weaknesses, trying so hard to conceal them that they forego their strengths, and are so fixated on covering up their own insecurities that they completely ignore that which makes them strong.

This is their downfall, in my opinion.

Because if you lose sight of what makes you strong, then you’ll always be weak.

No one in a fight has ever played to their weaknesses and won unless they so drastically outmatched their opponent that it wouldn’t have made a difference either way.

I am not saying it is wise to ignore your weaknesses, you should always bear them in mind when planning or reacting to anything, but at the same time you should always be focused on making sure your strengths are brought to bear against something, be it man or beast or inanimate obstacle.

Play to your strengths and avoid what makes you weak.

These people put up so much of a mask to cover what they’re afraid of in themselves that they come off as pathetic and empty to those who can see through the velvet lies.

The saddest part is that so many people believe what they see on the surface.

They believe a still pond harbors no snakes, and that clear water bears no poison. They see a dragon where others see a mere toothless worm masquerading as one.

Anything can attempt to look scary.

The things you have to worry about are the ones that appear harmless.

It is the beautiful flower that carries the sweetest scent that is the most venomous.

Oleander, for example, fatal in small doses, used by indigenous people as a coating for weapons.

Also one of the prettiest flowers I’ve ever seen.

I got really sidetracked…

I’m not quite sure I remember what I was talking about…


Ah yes!

I think that some people are sad and disappointing, and that their near limitless capacity to lie is evidence of their corruption and sickness. And other, decent people, are forced to live their lives in negative, destructive ways as pure repercussions to the actions of others.

I’d like to think i have little to no empathy because I’ve experienced so much fucked up shit growing up and seeing it so often it’s a norm to me and I’m so desensitized, feels weird to pretend every once in awhile to feel sorry for someone or walk someone through a difficult time every so often, I’m more morbid than i anticipated.

anonymous asked:

im kinda afraid of myself bc i have red every single "weird" fanfic like hat or chair and i havent even blinked, does that mean that im a psycho? ;-;

no lmao you’re just desensitized, most of the phandom are by now?

anonymous asked:

So moral of the story. Do not extend April fools. 2nd April is cool because it's near good Friday and used to be on good Friday. Just don't even prank anyone pls.

omg yeah in the 6th grade my birthday fell on good friday and i was pissed because i couldn’t eat pepperoni pizza on my birthday (catholic, no meat on fridays during lent/good friday) buuuuuttttt we were at disneyland so my parents were like “ok just this once” (boy do i have stories at disneyland i’m surprised i haven’t been blaCKLISTED THERE YET OMG - i mean nothing i ever did would warrant for being banned from disneyland bUT WHO KNOWS???)

but yeah - never extend april fool’s day to play pranks on people. to some it may be funny, but to others it can really hurt. plus, on our birthdays, we want to enjoy our day. honestly the amount of times i’ve had jokes played on me has desensitized me for my own birthday (that and my depression) where it’s just another day :/

"People are afraid of themselves, of their own reality; their feelings most of all. People talk about how great love is, but that’s bullshit. Love hurts. Feelings are disturbing. People are taught that pain is evil and dangerous. How can they deal with love if they’re afraid to feel? Pain is meant to wake us up. People try to hide their pain. But they’re wrong. Pain is something to carry, like a radio. You feel your strength in the experience of pain. It’s all in how you carry it. That’s what matters. Pain is a feeling. Your feelings are a part of you. Your own reality. If you feel ashamed of them, and hide them, you’re letting society destroy your reality. You should stand up for your right to feel your pain." 

– Jim Morrison

You were just too real for this world.

Because it’s a story that reminds us of the worst part of humanity. We’re living in a world obsessed with reality television and our shock factor is constantly desensitized. It takes more and more to surprise us and interest us, and we feed off of other people’s trauma.
—  Jennifer Lawrence on The Hunger Games

My son is a very smart 6 year old. My son is also 4’ 5 inches at 6 years old… The store we went into had cnn on and they were talking about black lives.. How many young men have died..
My 6 year old said after seeing a picture of Tamir Rice…”mommy am I next?”
That shit hurts… I can’t even stop my baby from feeling this way…. #blacklivesmatter#desensitizing#demoralizing#dehumanizing#staywoke

Using Iniesta and Anna’s painful experience as a “clapback”—a miscarriage, a dead child—because you are angry your team lost El Clásico….that is disgusting, that is in no way okay, understandable, or defendable. I don’t care if you are a Madridista, a Culé, a Gooner, a Blue, or whatever—this could have been anyone and it would be equally as vile. This is too far, this is not in the spirit of football rivalry. I don’t like to start a frenzy, but I’m not going to see this and just ignore it. It has 78 likes. 78 people agree with this obnoxious, sick comment. Don’t ignore these comments as part of the football rivalry, this is not okay. Iniesta is a fellow human being, the loss of his son is just like the loss of any child. Him being a famous football player doesn’t make it okay to desensitize yourself and make these atrocious comments. Please, don’t let football culture adopt this kind of mentality. Please.