It's especially bad for me because I'm seeing filters everywhere, not just online or in videos or things on my phone, but everywhere, like in real life.
I'm talking about how I'll get on the bus and look over to the woman next to me and she's crying. She's fully sobbing, tears running down her cheeks like this filter here, and her mouth grotesquely stretched downward. And she sees me staring at her and I try to look away but can't. It's such a good filter, so convincing, yet, of course it's not real.
Then there's a man standing up next to me, same thing. His face is unreal. I can see a second face over his face as he talks on his phone, again, tears streaming down doubled-cheeks, mouth like a wretched, awful upside-down grin, and when we lock eyes I can't tell what he's thinking. I only see the filter.
And everyone on the bus is the same! All these horrid faces bawling and wailing in exaggerated sadness, but it doesn't end on the bus. I see it everywhere!
Every day. Every day, the same filtered faces, the same comedic sorrow. So much sadness if there's any at all! I don't know! Everyone I see shifts beneath their filter faces, shifts with emotions too obscured for me to understand. I don't know what people are feeling, what they're thinking, if they're looking at me, or even responding to me. They're all just awful, crying, two-faced monsters! They're all filter.
So, I don't know. I smile. I smile as hard as I can because what else can I do? And I hope they see my smile. I hope they see how hard I'm trying to show my real face to them because they maybe they'll show their real faces to me! I really hope they see my real face because when I look in the mirror, I sure don't.
I decided he's probably not schizo just creative writing. Some are good, some aren't - they can't all be winners. The following comment of theirs, however, deserves all the downvotes. The language and imagery is impressively nauseating and I guess that's the point.
A lot of his comments remind me of wanna-be copypastas that never caught on. But this is just...
"Yes! Yes, yes! My women want food! They're always begging Daddy for food! But they're so fat and blobby, bobbling, bubble babies bumping bulging bellies! Grow your girly girth! Make more mommy mass! Fill, fill, fill your seats, your meats spilling, flowing. More! MORE! Eat your food! Daddy has more! Masticate and gnash and gnaw and swallow! Pack-fill your esophagus and Daddy will arm the cram rod to send it down! Bigger! Fatter! Splattering flesh, thick and heavy, scented musky pinkness. The floor is no more, my women demand so much space, crashing waves of undulating sex, mingling slaps of wetness for Daddy to surf upon while my feeding fork is held high like a kayaker's paddle! Rise your tide, my rotund women, my liquid corpulence, my female sea! A menstrual fog hangs low in the fat lands, as Daddy squishes through, dropping sugary puddings for the bubber's lips to suckle and slurp. Never stop eating, my massive beauties! Flap your folds! Crawl up the walls like swollen slime mold but ten fold as sweet! Yes! Yes, yes! You do need more food! You do need more girth, more fat, more flesh, more meat, more flab! I am wombing within my many ladies and their many blubbery creases! Devour me now! Devour Daddy true! I am the last food and we will be as one!"
Well I think the goal was making readers feel disgusted and they definitely succeeded. If part of being a good writer is eliciting an emotional response I’d say they are an exceptional writer.
Every author worth their salt wanders through the realm of schizoid delusions from time to time, it’s one of the necessary steps to reach a final product.
First you outline.
Next you start on a rough draft.
Then we read our rough draft and go on a vision quest rivaling a sizable dose of LSD as we debate if we’re really authors at all. This inevitably leads to oscillating between convincing ourselves we’re the next Hemingway and feeling like we’d fail a 7th grade creative writing class.
I’m not sure that user has the shame necessary to make an alt account, I just read the comment the person below you copied from the profile and it’s… something else :/
A similar thing happened to me a few years back. Everyone around me was sobbing uncontrollably, all the time. Turns out, it was my vest of high explosives and ransom notes that were the problem.
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u/100_Donuts 1d ago edited 1d ago
It's especially bad for me because I'm seeing filters everywhere, not just online or in videos or things on my phone, but everywhere, like in real life.
I'm talking about how I'll get on the bus and look over to the woman next to me and she's crying. She's fully sobbing, tears running down her cheeks like this filter here, and her mouth grotesquely stretched downward. And she sees me staring at her and I try to look away but can't. It's such a good filter, so convincing, yet, of course it's not real.
Then there's a man standing up next to me, same thing. His face is unreal. I can see a second face over his face as he talks on his phone, again, tears streaming down doubled-cheeks, mouth like a wretched, awful upside-down grin, and when we lock eyes I can't tell what he's thinking. I only see the filter.
And everyone on the bus is the same! All these horrid faces bawling and wailing in exaggerated sadness, but it doesn't end on the bus. I see it everywhere!
Every day. Every day, the same filtered faces, the same comedic sorrow. So much sadness if there's any at all! I don't know! Everyone I see shifts beneath their filter faces, shifts with emotions too obscured for me to understand. I don't know what people are feeling, what they're thinking, if they're looking at me, or even responding to me. They're all just awful, crying, two-faced monsters! They're all filter.
So, I don't know. I smile. I smile as hard as I can because what else can I do? And I hope they see my smile. I hope they see how hard I'm trying to show my real face to them because they maybe they'll show their real faces to me! I really hope they see my real face because when I look in the mirror, I sure don't.