- Joined
- Feb 16, 2013
This is probably a re-tread of points already raised, but I don't want to go through 20 pages.
Deep down, humans are hard-wired to want to be loved by others. I'd wager that even the basement-dwellingest, neck-beardedest, pony-fuckingest wizard wants other humans to love him. However, the difference between a healthy desire for love and a malignant desire for love is one's expectations. Emotionally healthy people will not expect to be loved by anyone they want, and will accept that love sometimes just means acknowledging another person as a human being with independent thoughts and wishes. As lulzy as ponyfuckers are, at least they accept on some level that they're pretty worthless and lower their expectations of love accordingly, like maybe they accept that only their pony plush will love them or they settle for the internet acceptance of like-minded spergs. Instead of lowering his expectations or actually working to improve himself as a person, that shit-stain Elliot decided to blame others instead of re-evaluating himself. As Ovid once said, "to be loved, be lovable."
Forgive me if I come off as insensitive, but from any objective perspective, Elliot is someone who's had everything handed to him on a silver platter by his parents. If he couldn't garner the interest of even one vapid Southern California sorority girl with his BMW and his B-list Hollywood pedigree, he must have been the biggest loser in the world. It's as if he expected women to love him because they were obliged to do so due to his birthright or some shit.
When you boil it down to that, Elliot's inability to re-calibrate expectations to match reality, his shifting of blame to other parties, and his massive sense of entitlement begins to remind me of an unnamed gentleman we all know. With the obvious distinction, of course, that Elliot acted on it violently, while said unnamed gentleman will continue to shit himself and do nothing.
Deep down, humans are hard-wired to want to be loved by others. I'd wager that even the basement-dwellingest, neck-beardedest, pony-fuckingest wizard wants other humans to love him. However, the difference between a healthy desire for love and a malignant desire for love is one's expectations. Emotionally healthy people will not expect to be loved by anyone they want, and will accept that love sometimes just means acknowledging another person as a human being with independent thoughts and wishes. As lulzy as ponyfuckers are, at least they accept on some level that they're pretty worthless and lower their expectations of love accordingly, like maybe they accept that only their pony plush will love them or they settle for the internet acceptance of like-minded spergs. Instead of lowering his expectations or actually working to improve himself as a person, that shit-stain Elliot decided to blame others instead of re-evaluating himself. As Ovid once said, "to be loved, be lovable."
Forgive me if I come off as insensitive, but from any objective perspective, Elliot is someone who's had everything handed to him on a silver platter by his parents. If he couldn't garner the interest of even one vapid Southern California sorority girl with his BMW and his B-list Hollywood pedigree, he must have been the biggest loser in the world. It's as if he expected women to love him because they were obliged to do so due to his birthright or some shit.
When you boil it down to that, Elliot's inability to re-calibrate expectations to match reality, his shifting of blame to other parties, and his massive sense of entitlement begins to remind me of an unnamed gentleman we all know. With the obvious distinction, of course, that Elliot acted on it violently, while said unnamed gentleman will continue to shit himself and do nothing.