Ineffable Ontological Detanglement .: Introspective Assistance & Mental Analysis Manual
I saw a very dramatic malfunction of workplace persona at my old night job.
A man myself, Matt "Sly" Sylvestre and Jay Rizivae used to work with was engaged to a woman he worked with. One day, shortly before they were meant to be married, he wakes up to find her gone. He finds a note on his fridge explaining that she is leaving him for his best friend. That night, he needs to go into work with her and maintain workplace persona. Everybody knows, however everybody knows this never happened. No introducing any sort of dramatic darkness, no sir, unprofessional, unCanadian. I did it too, I worked with her, I knew what happened, I had received mellowed and considerate peace keeping stories of her perspective however I always know how to filter these things, I know what happened. She would always alter her work pants to show off her excellent butt, but never never never project to anybody that there is a sluttiness within her, besides of course the not-so-subtle looks of recognition I would get out of her when she catches me admiring her appearance or I catch her admiring mine, they had a hint of slyness to them. Anybody at all is a potentiality, anybody at all, she'd consider it.
I don't believe what you ever saw for the past two decades was him, you saw compartmentalized former girlfriend. I caught little glimpses of him, the way his voice cracks when he drunk yells, he isn't what you think he is. I mean, a society normal doesn't disappear on crack binges, he doesn't fall into benzodiazepine addiction, that's not how it works, it isn't... There's the society layer and then there's the happy side of it and the sad side of it.
You're fine, lady, you semi-consciously wish for a world a free love and you want to be a little evil about it. It's hot. He misinterpreted you, within groupie lifestyle he came to you rejected by the band wanting to sleep with you, you did your death fetish lock and he went psychotic delirium over now you have to leave him or I'm gonna kill myself, you felt the urge to say okay. Oh well, now you get to finish the job. You think you're still hot enough to record it for The Celestial Torment of Eternal Bliss? I saw you being hot for me being hot for you when you threatened to kill somebody with a shotgun. I peeked at you an got an awareness of you and what's happening in this moment, but, I guess it was too much it had to go away so I too retained the misinterpretation. I got another one of those when I came to a work friends party once and he was there looking incredibly whimpering and pathetic and you seemed to be retaining a very high level of I own you, I think all the way to repressed memory slamming him with one day the knife is coming out, in bed. I'm going to assume you repressed memory slam yourself along with everyone else in the room when you do that. Psychology knowledge and empath awareness really should have clued me into I have it wrong, it couldn't be possible you only did this with him to absorb some hardcore anti-society edge for your society people image. I guess I just thought you do a good cover up.
Now, workplace persona says we need to maintain civility at work, don't talk about what happened. However false friendly Canadian malfunction interfered and caused everybody to be friendly and charming with her as if we're not at work together and this never happened we're at a party together and this never happened. Now we take it to the actual work friend parties and this never happened. False meaningless friendly society barriers are more important than our friend having to watch all of us do this for two and a half decades. I mean, what do you want, an HR incident? Somebody needs to find a new job? Come on man, priorities.
There you go buddy I fixed it. Somebody died of a heart attack when they heard Offret? Well. Good. Apparently that first album kept killing American internet nerds too. I have a big repressed memory incident in there with the psychological establishment ego snap internet police trying to brainwash people away from it battling with the moderators and doing that fucking thing where they conquer my computer and ask if I feel sad about it so they can tell level two cognitive functioning and he doesn't even feel sad about it.