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[darkforcerising]

So... in my memories, I go from being a slave to being rescued by a cult that really doesn't want me... They are like the upper-class Free Masons of the Victorian era but with superpowers, and I'm the street trash they have to walk through, holding their noses.

Guys, I'm starting to think my memories don't have a 'fun' or 'happy' setting...

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[hardtoignore]

I mean I'm not the kind of person who can put things out of my head... just ignore what I've said or done to others. It always circles back.

[darkforcerising]

When you put it that way, ya, that's probably a good thing.

[hardtoignore]

Probably. Maybe. Idk

What use has being good done anyone lately? I wonder.

[darkforcerising]

You know I can feel what other people feel right?

So I can feel when people hate me just because I don't have a right arm.

But I can feel when people don't hate me just because I don't have a right arm.

I appreciate people who aren't awful about my arm. Even when they never say anything.

[hardtoignore]

People... hate you for your arm? That's beyond dumb.

I don't think I quite get what you're saying, though. I mean, sure, you got an inside view of peoples' heads but what does it matter what they do or don't say? People are always gonna be shit in their own minds.

[darkforcerising]

Some people are prejudiced against disabilities.

Prejudices are learned. Everyone learns them because we don't live in a perfect society. Overcoming prejudice is a personal choice that people actively make and have to work at.

The people who aren't prejudiced against me for my disability have made a conscious choice to not be assholes. At least about that. They don't know I know that about them, but I still appreciate that they've made that choice. They've done something good and it helps me.