This is weird. Very weird. Fucking weird.
Nov. 26th, 2006 10:18 pmI'm so mad that I don't know what to do.
Ok, now that I'm done quoting, I'm still furious.
My brother's birthday party was - ok. Dreadfully boring as most meetings with my dad's side of the family - they're nice people, but we're living in totally different worlds, and we don't have anything to say to each other. And why my mother thought she had to invite Kene along today I won't understand. Poor guy was just sitting around politely being bored. As was I. Why do we need two massive family get-togethers - one month before Christmas? Certainly not for my brother's sake, because his idea of a nice birthday is inviting some friends over for an RPGing session, not sitting around bored with relatives who haven't got anything interesting to tell him.
Jörg is again driven with the idea of buying a house. This time, it's even more of a dream house than last time: Part of a former farm; house - without basement, but with 300 m² shed instead, huge property, a satisfying distance from the neighbours, on a hill surrounded on three sides by meadows, forests and a creek. That's the good bit. The bad bit is that the shed is very run-down, the house isn't exactly in ship-shape either (though it looks as though the damage on the house can be dealt with), and we can't really afford it.
We'll anyway take a closer look.
Now this time, we told my parents about our potential plans. Their reaction was - mostly indifference. "Farm house" made my mother go into "Don't do that" mode without explanation and without further question. All in all, they just weren't interested. I found that pretty disappointing. I mean, I don't expect them to cheer and offer to help or anything, but they could at least show some curiosity, no? I mean, if you had a daughter and said daughter and her boyfriend professed to be interested in buying a house, wouldn't you at least ask some questions about where, how much, what for, and whether we were sure we'd stay together forever then. Something of the sort? Or not?
Whatever.
Ok. I'm sick to my heart of this shit. NO, I won't screw up my character, make him OOC or send him into some idiot crackplot just so you fuckwits can keep on screwing up your characters. And it certainly isn't any easier to resolve things from "my end". You shat on the floor, now you clean it up. Yes, I fucking have a problem with it, and being reasonable or not has nothing to do with it. I refuse to bend things up just so you assholes can go on playing what you feel like without ever bothering to think of the possible consequences. No, I don't give a damn about your frail condition. Frankly, if you're that mentally frail, you shouldn't RP a mass murderer or a naïve little MPREG Englishboy-turned-girl who's a friend of said mass murderer. And you know something else? FUCK THIS. Either I am going to play my character as much canonly as I still can after all that happened, which you will not like, or I'll just leave the goddamn comm. It's stopped being fun a long time ago anyway.
In short: Either YOU fucking cooperate for once, or you deal with the consequences of keeping your bullshit up, or you can kiss my character's sexy Elvish butt. Is that clear enough, or do I have to translate it into emo teenager for you?
Aaaaaaah, that was cathartic. I mean it, though.
GRARGH.
[Isn't it such a coincidence that ONE of the people I'm addressing in this is bearing the same name as the RENT character singing the song I'm just listening to?]
Ok, now that I'm done quoting, I'm still furious.
My brother's birthday party was - ok. Dreadfully boring as most meetings with my dad's side of the family - they're nice people, but we're living in totally different worlds, and we don't have anything to say to each other. And why my mother thought she had to invite Kene along today I won't understand. Poor guy was just sitting around politely being bored. As was I. Why do we need two massive family get-togethers - one month before Christmas? Certainly not for my brother's sake, because his idea of a nice birthday is inviting some friends over for an RPGing session, not sitting around bored with relatives who haven't got anything interesting to tell him.
Jörg is again driven with the idea of buying a house. This time, it's even more of a dream house than last time: Part of a former farm; house - without basement, but with 300 m² shed instead, huge property, a satisfying distance from the neighbours, on a hill surrounded on three sides by meadows, forests and a creek. That's the good bit. The bad bit is that the shed is very run-down, the house isn't exactly in ship-shape either (though it looks as though the damage on the house can be dealt with), and we can't really afford it.
We'll anyway take a closer look.
Now this time, we told my parents about our potential plans. Their reaction was - mostly indifference. "Farm house" made my mother go into "Don't do that" mode without explanation and without further question. All in all, they just weren't interested. I found that pretty disappointing. I mean, I don't expect them to cheer and offer to help or anything, but they could at least show some curiosity, no? I mean, if you had a daughter and said daughter and her boyfriend professed to be interested in buying a house, wouldn't you at least ask some questions about where, how much, what for, and whether we were sure we'd stay together forever then. Something of the sort? Or not?
Whatever.
Ok. I'm sick to my heart of this shit. NO, I won't screw up my character, make him OOC or send him into some idiot crackplot just so you fuckwits can keep on screwing up your characters. And it certainly isn't any easier to resolve things from "my end". You shat on the floor, now you clean it up. Yes, I fucking have a problem with it, and being reasonable or not has nothing to do with it. I refuse to bend things up just so you assholes can go on playing what you feel like without ever bothering to think of the possible consequences. No, I don't give a damn about your frail condition. Frankly, if you're that mentally frail, you shouldn't RP a mass murderer or a naïve little MPREG Englishboy-turned-girl who's a friend of said mass murderer. And you know something else? FUCK THIS. Either I am going to play my character as much canonly as I still can after all that happened, which you will not like, or I'll just leave the goddamn comm. It's stopped being fun a long time ago anyway.
In short: Either YOU fucking cooperate for once, or you deal with the consequences of keeping your bullshit up, or you can kiss my character's sexy Elvish butt. Is that clear enough, or do I have to translate it into emo teenager for you?
Aaaaaaah, that was cathartic. I mean it, though.
GRARGH.
[Isn't it such a coincidence that ONE of the people I'm addressing in this is bearing the same name as the RENT character singing the song I'm just listening to?]
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Date: 2006-11-26 09:36 pm (UTC)And: GO YOU! about DF.
Why is it that we keep hanging out in online places that are frustrating and infuriating on a regular basis? (OK, maybe I don't really want to know ...)
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Date: 2006-11-26 09:49 pm (UTC)As for your smash? I think it's a very sad day when reasonable, friendly people like you are driven to this sort of thing, and the words "accepting responsibility" become ugly, dirty words.
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Date: 2006-11-26 10:21 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-11-27 12:03 am (UTC)Zum Geburtstag; ich hab den Eindruck, dass deine Mutter zu 80% aus Repräsentieren besteht, nach allem, was ich so von ihr mitbekomme.
Kein Wunder, dass sie keine Gelegenheit auslässt, Hofhaltung zu betreiben.
Zum Haus: ich glaube, deine Mutter traut euch kein Haus zu, kann das sein? Jedenfalls ist es kein Benehmen, sich so zu verhalten.
Wie ist die Zeitplanung denn, dass man euch bald was schönes zum Einzug schenken kann?
zum Rollenspiel: Oh, ich kenne diese Gefühle so gut (auch wenn ich sie nicht so wunderbar farbig ausdrücken könnte :-)). Ich kenn weder dich als Spielerin noch die anderen. aber so wie ich dich kennen gelernt habe, kann ich mir sehr gut vorstellen, dass du sehr gut in der Lage bist, einen sehr stimmigen Char zu spielen. Und hey, spielen sollte Spaß machen und daran sollten alle gemeinsam arbeiten. Egoisten kann man da nicht brauchen, genauso wenig wie Egozentriker, Dummköpfe oder Soziallegasteniker.
Hugh.
Fühl dich geknuffel.
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Date: 2006-11-27 05:12 pm (UTC)Mit der Einschätzung hast du sicher ziemlich recht. *sfz* Was das Haus angeht: Aber selbst dann stellt man doch normalerweise Fragen, oder? Wobei ich nicht mal glaube, dass sie "uns" kein Haus zutraut - sie bildet sich ja nach wie vor ein, dass Jörg ein Vermögen verdient und ich meinen Eltern völlig zu Unrecht auf der Tasche liege. Ich fühl mich durch ihre Reaktion oder vielmehr den Mangel an Reaktion halt einfach so vor den Kopf gestoßen - das einzige, was kam, war erst ein "Aha, soso" und dann ein "Macht das nicht!", als die Sprache auf das Thema Bauernhof kam. (Dabei geht es nicht um einen ganzen riesigen Hof mit Stallungen und Weiden, verdammt, nur um ein Wohnhaus, eine Scheune und eine große Wiese sowie diverse werdende Weihnachtsbäume! Aber das wollte sie ja gar nicht hören. Ich hab versucht, das zu erwähnen, aber da hat sie schon wieder nicht mehr zugehört. Es ist so frustrierend.)
Ich weiß nicht, ob meine Charas unbedingt immer so stimmig sind - obwohl sie mir natürlich so vorkommen ;) - aber das Problem ist halt, dass für diese Leute das Spiel offenbar nicht fortläuft, sondern nur aus Episödchen besteht, die sie füllen, womit sie gerade Lust haben - und das sind meistens schwachsinnige Dramaszenen, die auch ziemlich viele Charas betreffen, deren Spieler eigentlich gar nichts damit zu tun haben (einfach weil Charas halt mal untereinander verwandt, befreundet, wie auch immer sind). Wenn es dann aber daran geht, mit den Folgen umzugehen, gucken sie auf einmal dumm, halten sich für nicht verantwortlich, sind auf einmal soooo depressiv und können das einfach nicht handhaben, oder weinen, man solle doch nicht immer so gemein zu ihnen sein. Graaaaaah.
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Date: 2006-11-27 05:17 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-11-27 11:13 am (UTC)Erinnert mich jetzt grade an folgendes:
Ich: Eine Drow wuerde sich bei einem Mann aber nicht entschuldigen.
Sie: Aber sie liebt ihn doch!
Ich: Sie ist seit einer knappen Woche aus ihrem Haus raus. Sie hat keine Ahnung, was Liebe ist. Sie WEISS sowas nicht. Und selbst wenn: sie wuerde niemals auf die Idee kommen, sich zu entschuldigen!
Sie: Was weisst du ueberhaupt von meinem Char!
Ich: Ich hab ihn geschrieben ... erinnerst du dich? Ich hab ihn auf deine Bitte hin fuer dich geschrieben!
Sie: Ja, aber ich spiel ihn schon seit einer Woche - der entwickelt sich doch.
Ich: Sie ist 300 Jahre alt! Sie kennt seit 300 Jahren nichts anderes! Sie dreht sich NICHT innerhalb von 5 Tagen um 180 Grad!!! Sie rennt NICHT NICHT NICHT einem blonden Elfen hinterher und entschuldigt sich!