#why are people so mean

[msfreakshow]

Ok I get it people do not like Crow

But…

Why these names??

God Crow does not deserve this it’s so mean

[jijimachu]

freakymachu

I am not… A FREAK!!!

[majokothesmol]

Why is everyone so mean to Geeta? I'm so sad I made art AND a fic. Enjoy.

Geeta is well aware her reputation precedes her. She's a force to be reckoned with in the ways of speaking, organizing, managing, and getting things done. She didn't get to be chairwoman for nothing. But she's become unpracticed over the years.

She must've started slipping up somewhere around the silence of the Area Zero Project. Yes, that's it. She should've watched over it more because she didn't know exactly what it was about. She could have done something, but didn't. Foolish. Since none of the consequences had seeped up until now, it must've subconsciously given her the incentive to rely— shirk off her responsibilities.

"What kind of lazy champion needs a receptionist, anyways?" She asks herself. Maybe she's been squashing the unbridled potential of real challengers. Rika isn't her secretary, she's her coworker. The Elite Four are supposed to be her team of advisors, not her subordinates. She retracts some assignments she was going to send— hand off to Rika. Shame. All this free time, and she couldn't even train her pokemon to be as strong as they want to be. She's betrayed them all. What was she thinking?

"They're right, I work them too hard." She mumbles to herself. Three-fourths of the Elite Four already has their own jobs; Hassel is a teacher, Larry is already a gymleader, Poppy is a literal child— what made her say yes to that?! Geeta types almost angrily, taking back her responsibilities. She should be the one filling out Poppy's reports, performing maintenance checks, and keeping the taxes in order! Why is Katy being strong a problem? Why can't Larry take a damn vacation for once? Why is she a "I hate my boss" joke on Iono's streams? Why didn't she actually utilize her pokemon? It's because she's lazy! This is why everyone hates her.

She sits back in her chair and takes a deep breath. Now she can do the one thing she's good at. Managing things. It's how she became a champion. Out of an entire pool of champions, it's likely the only reason why she was chosen. There were other trainers with much more powerful pokemon.

Geeta flicks off the light and lets out her glimmora. If she wants to brave an all-nighter for the first time in years, she might as well save power and have some company. She feels guilty, not miserable.

Rika scrolls through her email. "What the...?" Where did all her maintenance reports go? Also, where did all her upcoming work disappear off to? "Hassel? Are you missing work stuff?"

"Yes, actually." He looks though his email as well. "I didn't even touch this file and—"

Larry practically flies into the room. It's the first time Rika has actually seen him scared. "Where did Poppy's work go, and why is my weekend free?"

You know things have gone wrong when Larry is panicking. Then again, only Larry could panic about having time off.

"Well... It's weird. But everything looks legitimate." Rika looks up who accessed what last. "It seems like La Primeria just took back a bunch of stuff." She makes a face. "I wonder why, I usually correct those kinds of things."

"Wait. That means I don't have any work left to do here." Hassel starts packing his things. "I can grade those assignments and hand them back early." He zips up his bag and leaves.

Larry and Rika come to the same conclusion as him as they stare up at the clock. They're finishing on time for once.

Geeta is notified of three people exiting the building and knows that they didn't even question it. It fuels her desire to be better.

It's only eleven at night, and Geeta is so tempted to admit she got overambitious. But she thinks back to how she failed and steels herself towards improvement. They were happy. This is worth it.

It's been at exactly two weeks and five days, and Geeta doesn't even know when she started counting. How were these people even functioning like this? She's never wanted to scream so badly. How have none of them walked out on her yet? It's a miracle. Sure, she barely got six hours of sleep and maybe she counted a granola bar as breakfast more times than she cares to admit, but it's only fair.

The Elite Four seem much livelier, Larry doesn't look like he's about to die, and even the gymleaders seem to hate her slightly less.

...or at least, that's what she'd like to say. Nobody noticed. Somehow she's convinced she's stressing them out more. She must look terrible. Granted, she's technically doing enough work for herself, a secretary, and a member of the Elite Four. But all those things are technically her responsibility, she's liable for the damage she's caused.

Rika is the first to crack after about a month. "Don't you feel at least a little bit concerned about her?" She sighs. "I mean, I won't lie. The time off is great! But isn't there a way to redistribute this work evenly?"

"Well if there is, I'm sure she would've figured it out by now." Hassel sighs. "But La Primeria would've called on us if she really can't. She's a very capable person."

"True." Larry nods. "If she did this earlier, I could have had eight hours of sleep like this all the time. La Primeria is actually doing us a solid for once."

Rika doesn't want to argue with them. Maybe they're right.

Two months pass and Geeta is starting to get the idea that this might be fine. Now that she's used to it, she can power through everything on just a few cups of coffee. The Elite Four are content to let her handle things. Geeta grimaces at her never-ending pile of self-assigned work. No wonder everyone was so scared of her, look at all this stuff she told them to do.

Hassel starts to feel bad once he notices La Primeria is getting a bit... Snippy. He just popped into her office to say hello and was met with a breif glare of daggers before she composed herself just as fast.

He didn't bring it up though, because... He honestly can't say he feels guilty. Not in a mean way of course, but he and Larry seemed to share a small agreement: she had it coming.

After six long months, it's starting to become apparent: this is a worse arrangement for everyone. Rika stands outside La Primeria's office and knocks on the door.

"La Primeria. We're here to complain about uneven workflow."

"..."

"Is she even in there?" Hassel whispers.

"She is." Larry nods, looking through a window on the door. "I saw light from a screen turn off. Probably thinks we'll leave her alone if we think she's not in."

"Yeah. Probably." Rika shrugs. "Oh, well. We tried." She seems to storm away.

"Wait what?" Hassel's eyes go wide. "Weren't you wthe one who suggested this?"

Larry catches on. "Well if she's not actually in there, we'll just try again later." It takes him mouthing the words "just follow me" for Hassel to comply.

After scooting down the hall, Rika makes a quiet gesture. "Now when we go back, she'll think we'll have left. Take off your shoes so they don't squeak." She whispers.

"What if I fall?" Hassel hisses.

"Then just walk quietly with those shoes on." Rika looks over at Larry, who already took off his shoes. Good. Hassel is still standing in his shoes looking at him. "Hassel what are you looking at—?" She turns back to see Larry's socks.

They're patterned to have little komalas all over them.

Larry clears his throat. "Can we get going now?"

Right.

Sure enough, there's the faint glow of a laptop screen.

Rika sighs. "This is ridiculous." She mumbles to herself, putting her shoes back on. Larry does the same. She knocks on the door again. "CHAMPION GEETA." The slam of a laptop is heard. "THIS IS AN INTERVENTION. OPEN THE DOOR. LARRY IS LESS STUBBORN THAN YOU."

"Hey—"

"She's not wrong."

"..." The sound of footsteps can be heard. A phantom of a wrathful La Primeria appears in the window of the door. Hassel and Rika steel themselves. Larry is unaffected.

The door is opened.

The trio is greeted by La Primeria's usual polite smile and neutral mannerisms.

They are also greeted by the smell of old coffee, stale instant noodles, scent freshener, and the eyebags of someone doing three people's worth of work.

"We need to talk." Rika flicks the lights on, and steps into the room herself. "We get it, you feel guilty about piling the work on us. Piling it up on yourself isn't much better."

Hassel cringes at the state of her office. "It's worse."

"It's about the same." Larry sighs.

Rika rolls her eyes at them. "My question is, why? You have the skills, La Primeria. We are adults." She gestures to herself and the men behind her. "YOU are an adult." The more the thinks about it, the angrier she gets. "You're the chairwoman, the manager; You. Are. La. Primeria. So WHY can't you do the ONE THING YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO BE GOOD AT!?"

The tension is so thick, it could cushion a pin drop.

But not an explosion.

"Yeah. Why aren't I good at the one thing I was chosen for?" The fuse has been lit. "I'm the champion, the chairwoman. I'm La Primeria. I eat your overtime and crush challengers!" The beating of her heart is a countdown timer. "—and do you know how I can do that?" The friendly facade is torn off. "BECAUSE I'M LA PRIMERIA!" She explodes, voice booming as she storms about the room. "I'M NOT "LA SEGUNDA" OR "LA MEDIOCRE"—! I AM "LA. PRIMERIA!"

Her initial fire dies. "You finally got me. I don't know how you all did this as long as you did, or why. You can go tell the league to assign someone new to my position, someone who isn't a bossy houndoom."

"Why?"

Geeta can't even face them. "I treated you horribly, failed to manage both my duties and responsibilities, I—" she sits down in her rolling chair, exhausted. "I'm sorry."

"That means nothing, you know." Larry crosses his arms.

"Larry!" Rika and Hassel scold him.

Geeta nods. "I know." She gets up and folds herself into a crumpled-up dogeza in front of them. "I think it's time we actually sort this out. I want to try again. Please."

Rika lets her shoulders fall. "Okay. One chance." She turns to her coworkers. "What about you, Hassel? Larry?"

Hassel nods. "I'm glad we can talk this through." He looks to Larry, who seems to be judging Geeta's crass imitation of a respectable gesture.

"...just get off the floor and schedule a meeting." He sighs.

"...I can't believe you thought I'd dock your pay for talking with people while you work." Geeta sighs after a long meeting.

"Hey, we all had our assumptions about you." Rika smiles.

"I'm just glad we could move past them." Hassel says, sipping a can of lemonade.

Larry nods. "This work schedule is much more manageable."

"I'd like to thank you." Geeta smiles at her fellow coworkers. "For allowing me to be La Primeria."

[shackld]

the only way i'd ever download lol wild rift again is that if i played exclusively with a friend, turned off chat and not be judged at all-

[binch-i-might-be]

hate to say this lads but it's the last shift before my week off and I'm crying again <3

so uh my step mom is involved in organising a one day "festival" featuring some local indie bands so I was like "well at work they always display posters and have flyers for local events so I could ask to display one" and she gave me one poster and a couple flyers. I asked if we could display it. was told the boss needed to decide so I put everything on his desk with a little note

came back an hour later and it was gone. poster and note were crumpled up in the trash. I was immediately just. so sad. idk why but I wanted to do something nice for my step mom and I couldn't even get as far as getting the thing in front of my boss.

was my evil supervisor of course. I was so mad I actually asked him why he threw it away instead of just going somewhere to cry. he said we "don't have space to display posters" but he put the flyers up front. I don't know. what that means. we have a lot of blank space by the registers where we usually hang posters. at least he placed the flyers ig.

anyway I am very sad. siri send tweet

[dragonsarecool123]

You know, half the time it feels like I tell people I’m aroace and they’re supportive, but then the next day they act like I never told them and talk about me dating again. Kinda makes me feel like people view aspec people’s sexualities as inferior just cause we don’t feel things the same way they do.

[colandpen]

Enjoying finding new people to block today 🥰

[le010n11]

That's enough football for today.

[sadlittlewanderingghost]

Why does it seem like people hate people like me for no reason? With anti-trans and anti-lgbtqia+ laws, bills, and even the stupid homophobes shouting on the streets feels so cruel.

What on earth did we do to deserve this much hate? I am so scared to come out to people as nonBinary that I haven't. I have told 1 person and even then it seemed like a big deal. AND THAT PERSON WAS NONBINARY! How am I meant to come out to people in my life with all this constant hate and bigotry around me.

Why. It's not fair. I'm just trying to exist here.

[schoolchaos]

So, my class had a field trip a while ago and we took the subwayyyy and I was having so much fun until we had to go back and I really wanted to throw up and/or pass out cuz reasons, my friends were being nice ofc and insisted I took off my mask so that I could breathe (I didn't want to cuz im very insecure about literally everything) and legit, I was just leaning on the wall trying not to die while my friends were like surrounding me and then I hear a sentient asshole talking (I'm gonna be talking about him in a lot of posts cuz he likes annoying people who don't talk to him so I'm gonna call him Chris)

Anyway, I hear a sentient asshole who will be known as Chris talking to his friends and he says, "yo, yo, Chaos took off her mask!" As if I'm some sight to behold cuz I took off my mask for a reason other than to drink water or eat. When I looked at them they were literally all staring at me and Chris was literally pointing at me.

So yeah, that was fun, my insecurities increased and they've basically been confirmed by someone equally as hideous as me! Bright side: I know that I'm prettier than him on the inside! No, I don't, but like-

[hylianengineer]

Oh jeez, going through the notes of a post that got attacked by terfs so I could block them was a bad idea. I can't unsee that shit. I feel all slimy now.

[positively-bratty]

I'm too pretty for people to hurt my feelings on purpose.

Just kidding, all people should be treated with decency and kindness.

Except for people who hurt other people on purpose. I hope they step on a tack and run out of toilet paper at the worst times.

[guildwarsgirl]

Welcome to Drama Hour, I'm your host GuildWarsGirl.

Today, I've been called Drama Queen, Manipulator and Gaslighter by some random asshole on the internet who has zero fucking proof.

This has been Drama Hour with GuildWarsGirl.

[shreksflamingknob69]

“you’re acting so awkwardly” “why are you so weird?” “you really gotta learn how to deal with social settings”

ok, i’ll listen to music and wear noise cancelling headphones and stim then. that way i can cope.

“ahahaha what are you doing with your arms?” “stop humming along to your music!” *imitates my stimming, making everyone laugh* “if you acted like that in school as well i can imagine why people picked on you ahahaha”

get fucked.

[cherrycola27]

I am not normally one of those people, but if you guys could send me some positive vibes right now, I would really appreciate it because I am not okay.

[theredstoner101]

Dang people, stop talking shit about me in front of my fucking nose

I respect you if you don’t like me, but at least be polite enough to not say it in front of my blumming face