Even if the cycle is very predictable, I have to say she's getting more unhinged with making herself valid each time it happens.
Saying family secrets, embarrassing stories, cringe and more personal stuff online =/= shutting up and internalize pain.
This is shit that you talk to close friends if your parents don't listen or there's no trust. But even if your friends are fucking tired of listening, then maybe the problem is you for complaining too much and finding non issues worthy as trauma (like taking a bath, lol)
But then again, any logic that goes against her victim narc complex will go straight to the shadow realm.
And yes, Steph, you are suicide baiting, keep trying to gaslight us more, I'm sure it will help.
Oh, I don't doubt that you're a fucking crazy, Staph. What I do doubt is that you've improved in any way. You continue to overshare online, fuck serial killer ghosts, and not have a job. You can work one day a week? Fucking do it.
Oh, I don't doubt that you're a fucking crazy, Staph. What I do doubt is that you've improved in any way. You continue to overshare online, fuck serial killer ghosts, and not have a job. You can work one day a week? Fucking do it.
Honestly, I could totally believe that her dad had an affair, not because of anything particular about him, but because infidelity does happen and it would be a pretty ballsy thing to out and out lie about. (Obviously Steph lies all the time, but usually about impossible-to-verify things, like fucking ghosts, or by stretching the truth.) I could even believe he later threw it in her face, because sometimes people say fucked up shit to their kids. And you know that? That was shitty of him. Congrats, Steph. That was super shitty of him. I'm sure he said a handful of other shitty things, too.
But Jesus Christ. First of all, every time she tells these stories they change and twist, and she's always inserting one little bit or another to make herself sound more horrendously mistreated. If her dad actually called her a n*gger lover in the mid-2000s, I'll eat my laptop. I've been in the area of NY state where Steph lives (unfortunately), and frankly, I don't doubt she witnessed casual racism - there's a lot of very, very racist (and otherwise.....shall we say socially conservative) people in that part of the state. Frankly, I don't doubt that her dad or other people said super homophobic things around Steph (about Clay Aiken or Michael Jackson, etc.), and you know, sometimes people say shit they don't think is gonna be hurtful but it is. (Especially with autistic children and teenagers who struggle with having hyperfixations/special interests that are self-evidently so cool to them and nobody else cares.) I basically have zero trouble believing that the people of Endicott said all kinds of rude shit in the 90s and 2000s and beyond.
I've never been to Endicott, but have spent a decent amount of time in the general area; I have a few friends who have been called slurs, threatened, had the cops called on them for nothing (no, Steph, not like in the graveyard), etc., and I (as a home of sexual myself) have received threats/glares/slurs and one attempted gay-bashing.
But a n*gger-lover, Steph? Really?
Steph, babe, if you're reading this, I'm talking to you directly now: I don't doubt that your parents mistreated you from time to time. It happens. Maybe they even did so in a way that really fucked with you. That sucks. But stop lying. Stop pretending that your dad's actions excuse yours, which include sexual grooming and manipulation of a child. Stop pretending you are the most oppressed by transphobia or that you're "visibly trans" or that you are in danger of police brutality or medical abuse because a cop car drove by you or because you were hospitalized for threatening/attempting suicide (which, while often deeply imperfect, is better than someone ignoring it and you dying!). Seriously. Stop it. Stop pretending you're traumatized because your father didn't rape you or hit you. Get a sense of perspective and grow the fuck up. If you can talk about shitty experiences with perspective and scope and maturity, you can grow and heal from them, and people will not mock you for them. But you need to perspective, scope, and maturity. Stop playing with leaves and weeds in the woods and calling that activism. You can play with leaves and weeds all you want but get some fucking perspective about it. People are literally dying. Stop pretending you're oppressed by homophobia or "acephobia" when by all accounts you seem to be a horny straight woman. Live your life and don't twist your every thought or action into a reason why you're oppressed. Get some fucking perspective.
Also, stay away from children and teenagers. All of them, all the time, forever. Zero sympathy on that shit. You know precisely what you did.
no one else can make me legit MOTI and then actually laugh out loud at their utter bullshit nonsense just a few posts later like Staph can. She’s useful for something, I suppose
How many of her arts and crafts has she been able to sell, anyway? She said the proceeds for the sale go to Reclaim the Block, but they aren't getting that money if nobody buys this ugly-ass patch.
People are out on the streets doing exactly what she’s claimed over and over she would do as an anarchoenby or whatever and instead she decides to write fan fiction about her ghosts. It’s very odd to me that she isn’t even performatively outraged about the protests. She straight up does not care because it doesn’t affect her life in any way. She finally mentioned the names of police brutality victims only to attempt to profit off their image and link to her store. I’ve said this before but her utter lack of self-awareness, time, and place is just too much.
Most writers I've met have some form of internal fantasy story that play out in their heads over time. Usually this is with their own characters or characters from books or shows or movies they like.
Imagine spending countless hours fantasizing about Michael Jackson whoring around with Jeffery Dahmer and...is Heath supposed to be the cishet ghost who is homophobic? I'm losing track of the story here. Ramirez is the husbando and "sitting back" so I think that rules that out.
Also white bitches who do nothing for the cause deciding they get to "check out" is the epitome of what Staph would call white privilege.
How much are the patches going for? I'm sure Attack the Block would be really thankful for your, what, $4 contribution? So generous.
Staph having an existential crisis and then almost immediately posting the ghost soap opera felt like a slip of the mask for a moment. It was...uncanny.
For the roast, existential crisis is more human than the human condition. Elephants are aware of mortality, but they don't seem to fully grasp that that corpse will be them. Avoid all the predators and you're fine is probably all they know beyond death being a real concept.
The only people who don't have an existential crisis- atleast once -and then develop existential horror are dumb animals. Or retarded.
Tl;dr: You ain't special, sweatie.
Staph doesn't want to get better because she has no identity outside of "victim". When you boil down all her labels, you get 'victim'. And I'm not saying that all LGBTQ+ people or abuse survivors are not victims, but many of them are not defined by their victimhood. They move past it and don't let it define them. Staph won't because she has nothing else outside of being a victim. No 'job title', no relationships, no interests that won't draw laughs or ridicule (because she can't do them without them having to be super duper neato different or special), not even activist because, quite honestly, selling something with a murdered man's face on it for profit isn't helping, whether you donate the money or not. I personally find it in extremely poor taste, art-style not withstanding.
You can get better, Staph, but you don't want to. Because getting better is hard. It's admitting that your situations is the result of your own actions or inactions. You are to blame, whether fully or impartially, for your life and where you are, like it or not. You want us to leave you alone? Go to therapy, face up to the hard truths, leave your comfort zone, get a job & stop putting your entire life on the internet. Hell, do one of those things & stick to it, that might be enough for us.
Imagine spending countless hours fantasizing about Michael Jackson whoring around with Jeffery Dahmer and...is Heath supposed to be the cishet ghost who is homophobic? I'm losing track of the story here. Ramirez is the husbando and "sitting back" so I think that rules that out.
