Suck it the fuck up
Alright, I feel a rant coming on. This concerns the couch. If you aren't a couch person, this will probably bore you. Here goes.
I am sick and fucking tired of people at the couch whining and sulking about conversations about roleplaying. Every fucking time I turn around, I hear some whiny bitch going on about "All that ever gets talked about anymore is roleplaying, why don't you cater to my conversational needs, and by the way, wipe my ass while you're at it".
Allow me to outline a basic rule of conversation: If you don't like the topic, SUGGEST A BETTER ONE. Change the subject. It's really not that hard. If you have the conversational skills of a brain-damaged mallard, then you can segue a topic you don't care about into one you do, without ruffling anyone's feathers. Gods know I've suffered quietly through enough conversations about cars or celebrities that I could not possibly give a shit about, until I could find a suitable place to change the topic, and not a fucking complaint was heard. But somewhere along the way, someone decided that that was too much fucking work, and that instead they should just complain, and wait for everyone else to change their behaviour just to suit them. Fuck that. If you can't change the topic your-goddamn-self, then I'll be fucked if I'm gonna coddle your whiny ass.
Little does the world know, but I, and every other RPG type at the couch, have OTHER INTERESTS. We'd be glad to talk about them with you, if we hadn't realized from your conversational skills that YOU HAVE THE PERSONALITY OF PARTICLE BOARD.
In other words, if you can't say anything interesting, don't expect me to give a shit.
And if you can't find the necessary braincells to rub together to interest anyone else, I have an idea. Grab the other simpering morons you're always complaining to, and START A CONVERSATION WITH THEM. Because it's never just one person complaining. I bet that other person has plenty you could talk to them about, like the finer points of dung-flinging, or where one can find the elusive "clue". That way, I can zone your voice out, and pretend you don't fucking exist.
That is all. Kiss my pale, irish ass. Goodnight.
I am sick and fucking tired of people at the couch whining and sulking about conversations about roleplaying. Every fucking time I turn around, I hear some whiny bitch going on about "All that ever gets talked about anymore is roleplaying, why don't you cater to my conversational needs, and by the way, wipe my ass while you're at it".
Allow me to outline a basic rule of conversation: If you don't like the topic, SUGGEST A BETTER ONE. Change the subject. It's really not that hard. If you have the conversational skills of a brain-damaged mallard, then you can segue a topic you don't care about into one you do, without ruffling anyone's feathers. Gods know I've suffered quietly through enough conversations about cars or celebrities that I could not possibly give a shit about, until I could find a suitable place to change the topic, and not a fucking complaint was heard. But somewhere along the way, someone decided that that was too much fucking work, and that instead they should just complain, and wait for everyone else to change their behaviour just to suit them. Fuck that. If you can't change the topic your-goddamn-self, then I'll be fucked if I'm gonna coddle your whiny ass.
Little does the world know, but I, and every other RPG type at the couch, have OTHER INTERESTS. We'd be glad to talk about them with you, if we hadn't realized from your conversational skills that YOU HAVE THE PERSONALITY OF PARTICLE BOARD.
In other words, if you can't say anything interesting, don't expect me to give a shit.
And if you can't find the necessary braincells to rub together to interest anyone else, I have an idea. Grab the other simpering morons you're always complaining to, and START A CONVERSATION WITH THEM. Because it's never just one person complaining. I bet that other person has plenty you could talk to them about, like the finer points of dung-flinging, or where one can find the elusive "clue". That way, I can zone your voice out, and pretend you don't fucking exist.
That is all. Kiss my pale, irish ass. Goodnight.