I’m really, really sick of being taken for granted. I’ve worked my butt off to try to salvage a roleplaying and out-of-character relationship between a couple of people for the last couple of weeks. Why am I working so hard? Because the woman in the equation is a very dear girl and an excellent writer, with whom I enjoy playing a great deal. It’s the man (the boy, really) who’s the problem. I’d be much happier if I could get rid of him, but if he quits she’ll quit too. So I find myself patching over everything every time he throws an OOC fit every single time his character does something wrong. I’m losing the energy and the will to do this, but I have even less will to give it up and deal with those consequences. And I don’t mind, really, if I can actually make a difference in the end, except that they’ve shown nothing but ingratitude. I’m devoting so much of my energy to trying to fix their shit and never get a thank-you.
I really should just give up. Sometimes it’s not worth it to be kind to other people.
This has been your 4AM incoherent rant for the day. Truly mundane and pointless.