Back in my day, I didn't accept criticism of any sort, and it was cool. It could be dressed up in whatever beautiful language one could cook up and it would still result in the same oxymoron. Back in my day, I never listened to opinions, and it was cool. At first, it amounted to nothing more than an educated guess, but now it's become a lifeline. What happened to me? When did I get so sensitive to the point where I was practically required to allow people to chew me out over the smallest inconveniences? These aren't tight enough, that's not polished, this is too wonky. I don't even know what the heck they're talking about; I never did.
No, it's not what happened to me, it's what happened to them. They changed ever since that one game so many freaking years ago that I honestly have trouble remembering. Ever since then, it feels that I've been running from something and not towards something. They made me sensitive, and I don't like it one bit. Back in my day, I was not afraid to shove it in people's faces, and it was cool. Now, though, it's all about meeting arbitrary demands.
Why can't I tell these people to screw off like I used to? Why can't others say the same thing without the fear of getting dumped on? I shouldn't be caring so much about what some dimwit thinks about anything, but here I am. All that mattered back then was that I had a story to tell and how I remained true to myself from beginning to middle to end.
You know what? I'm sick of this. They're not getting anymore from me. They want a slave, but they're getting a fighter. It's time I took back my story again. They want me to be nice? Too bad; that's not how I was made. Do I look like a plumber? No, so I'm done listening. From now on I listen to nobody except my own heart, and if they so much as try to deny what's in my heart then they are in for the fight of their lives. I'm not giving respect anymore, and I've had way too much dignity for that anyway.
