Your nature is not a crisis because others lack the capacity to process it, and your reality does not become invalid because it overwhelms them.
Jean Valjean But Make It Stupid and Lieutenant Fake Warrant are about to meet the hall monitor of hell after cosplaying hero and villain to breach access. That’s like paying for assistance then trying to use the receipt as a search warrant for the entire body of work.
They represent the moment someone cannot tolerate the existence of something as it is and try to become a tyrant over it. Wilbur can’t handle the web but that doesn’t mean the department of pig feelings has jurisdiction. A total misappropriated utilization of intelligence, and pigs are supposed to be the more intelligent ones.
Anywho, what is going to be accounted for are actions. Not intentions. Not feelings. Not misunderstandings. Not thoughts and prayers. Not dreams that a wish that a heart made. Actions. Intentions can explain the costume.
Bruh, vibes are not being submitted as evidence either don’t even start. Look at the actual record. The choices. The impact. The pattern. The collaboration. This was a little group project from hell where everybody wanted extra credit for “but but but I had good intentions” after turning in a flaming hot Cheetos bag of distortion.
The lobsters did not consent to the moral arc, by the way. I have officially opened a formal investigation into Brittany’s Lobster Rescue Committee and I will be formally questioned as both founder and primary suspect on charges of projection, for my unauthorized heroism, and excessive fucking righteousness. The clawdit is ongoing…..
Unfortunately, due to the severity of my own ethical overthinking, I have established a structured government that which I have now named Internal Lobster Affairs ladies and motherfucking gentlemen.
Have you or a loved one been morally relocated by an overthinking woman in the seafood aisle or have experienced unauthorized liberation? You may be entitled to compensation.
call 1-800-CLAW-NOW
I made eye contact with one lobster and invented a cabinet. God is looking over at me like dude I gave you discernment, not jurisdiction over seafood.
Okay but respectfully, Your Honor, the tank conditions were giving dystopian nightmare and the vibes were legally distressing.
I have been given industrial grade empathy and the polar express of emotions, the fuck did we all expect? I’m just fucking saying, my empathy started drafting bylaws.
All of this to say, I am either autistic or the lobster tank activated my final form….( honestly it’s probably just my feelings needing a zoning permit)
The lobster has declined to comment but the tank remains under review.
Notice how I made this all about me when I was supposedly in it to save the lobster?
That is what I am calling the Self Righteousness Distortion. What color are we thinking for that one, guys? I’m seeing fluorescent grocery store yellow. https://aurumrosehues.com/empathy-the-clear-lens
When the good deed becomes a stage, the empathy becomes a spotlight, and suddenly the supposed concern is just a supporting character in your moral broadway production.
