{"id":4412,"date":"2015-12-01T16:42:23","date_gmt":"2015-12-01T22:42:23","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/getmeoutofthis.net\/?p=4412"},"modified":"2015-12-01T16:42:23","modified_gmt":"2015-12-01T22:42:23","slug":"a-reverse-correlation","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/getmeoutofthis.net\/?p=4412","title":{"rendered":"A Reverse Correlation"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>I&#8217;ve been thinking about doing a No Mercy run.<\/p>\n<p>When I was younger, I would write a lot of self-insert Mary Sue kinda stories. I don&#8217;t think that&#8217;s particularly weird? I&#8217;m sure all writers start there. All characters are your weird little children born of bits and pieces of you. But I can remember, in late grade school and junior high just filling notebooks with these probably awful stories about me. I would go on scout trips and everyone else would be doing manly man stuff and I&#8217;d be sitting there writing about kissing in this notebook I wouldn&#8217;t let anyone see.<\/p>\n<p>The thing about these stories, though, was that I was always the villain. Or if I wasn&#8217;t the villain, there was someone who was &#8220;me&#8221; with a different name, and the person with my name was the villain. I would cast my friends as heroes, fighting against all odds, and myself being those odds. I&#8217;d create little versions of myself that might be a hero, but pit them against me. I was normally a very reluctant villain at least? I&#8217;d apologize for what I was going to do before I&#8217;d try to kill people, or kill people. But I was always bad. I was the problem.<\/p>\n<p>I guess it&#8217;s not really that surprising, given where I was as myself. I was deep in depression (it got worse, but it was there) and couldn&#8217;t help but think of myself, my real self, as anything but a problem. The idea of me existing was one that my parents and even my best friend at the time pushed back extremely hard against. I was a problem, a roadblock, to their happiness. I was a villain, or so my depression told me.<\/p>\n<p>I remember in high school having this revelation where, if I was always going to be awful, a problem, a villain, I could at least raise people up while I crashed down. If I was doomed, and at that point I thought about killing myself basically constantly so it seemed likely, I could at least help others not be doomed, and be better. I could be a catalyst for raising people up. So I started to approach personal interactions this way. I put others before myself not in a &#8220;how nice, how helpful&#8221; way but in a self destructive way, most of the time. I made myself miserable doing it. I made a lot of mistakes. But just like in those stories I wrote, where I was the evil in the world, I could make others shine. There&#8217;s no light without dark, right? I did evil in those stories to make those important to me look better, looking back on them. And I did the same thing here.<\/p>\n<p>Ironicus, on a podcast, talked about the No Mercy run of UNDERTALE as interesting because it lets you see the same characters in a different situation. It lets you be the villain, and see how everyone else would stand up to be heroes. I&#8217;m not doing too well mentally recently, and I find myself once again brushing up against these &#8220;anyone else but me&#8221; self-destructive tendencies, as I often fall back on when I&#8217;m not doing well. And I put on the UNDERTALE soundtrack, and I hear all the songs I didn&#8217;t hear because they&#8217;re not for Mercy. And I think about the tidbits I&#8217;ve picked up about all the fights, and all the things that happen in a No Mercy run. And I find myself thinking, what IF they were the heroes? What if all these wonderful characters I really, truly love didn&#8217;t need me, because who am I? Why do I get to help SAVE the world? What makes me so special? Wouldn&#8217;t it be better if I helped prop them up, and saw them shine?<\/p>\n<p>It&#8217;s an appealing thought.<\/p>\n<p>The problem is, of course, if I played No Mercy, I&#8217;d have to win, on character after character. I&#8217;d have to kill. I don&#8217;t want to do that, and I don&#8217;t want to put Frisk through that. I don&#8217;t want to put anyone through that. But it&#8217;s necessary, to be the villain. To see a True Hero. Isn&#8217;t it?<\/p>\n<p>It&#8217;s a silly thought, and I know I won&#8217;t do it. But I keep thinking about it.<\/p>\n<p>I worked really hard to see myself as the hero in my own story. I still work on it, every day, this idea that I am worth having a story. I am worth being something. That I&#8217;m interesting, and capable. It&#8217;s really important to do, and I wonder how much other people struggle with that feeling. Or if they do at all. I&#8217;m going to keep working on it, and be the hero, don&#8217;t worry. I mean, it&#8217;s a real fucking weird story I&#8217;m the hero of, but I&#8217;m going to keep on it. I can be the hero, AND help my friends. I can have a good life.<\/p>\n<p>But I don&#8217;t know if I&#8217;m ever going to shake that feeling of being the villain.<\/p>\n<p>I don&#8217;t know.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I&#8217;ve been thinking about doing a No Mercy run. When I was younger, I would write a lot of self-insert Mary Sue kinda stories. I don&#8217;t think that&#8217;s particularly weird? I&#8217;m sure all writers start there. All characters are your weird little children born of bits and pieces of you. 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