Mentally Ill Narcissists Think D&D Is Therapy

Here's the shot:

He thinks he's somehow simultaneously a woman and neither at the same time, or maybe just "switches" on a whim, but also claims to be queer and trans (why not?), so I'm just going to assume James is a man. At least technically: it's one pathetic strategy employed by failed men, resorting to a string of nonsense and contradictory labels that they believe will excuse their inadequacies. 

Unfortunately for them, it merely highlights and magnifies them.

Anyway, here's the chaser:

In other words, James, a guy pretending to both be a woman and somehow neither man nor woman, who clings to a "best GM" award that's somehow less relevant than an Ennie, is criticizing normal people because they play Dungeons & Dragons normally. As opposed to manlettes like him, who merely create shallow self-inserts of their shallow selves, and convince themselves that they are deriving what they misinterpret as joy from what they misinterpret as love from other mentally ill narcissists, who aren't even capable of experiencing happiness or love in the first place, nor even tolerating themselves.

Hence, the nonsense string of invented labels. They suffer from many delusions, one of which is that if they pile enough on themselves it will substitute for a lack of personality.

While I'm convinced most people play a character whose personality at least partially mirrors their own, this is not in the vain service of self-acceptance or external validation (no matter how insincere), but rather convenience: it's easier and more consistent to play a character that's like you, or mostly like you, with perhaps some twist in personality. A quirk or trait easily noted on your character sheet that, if you happen to briefly or even permanently forget won't be that big a deal, anyway.

What I find almost as amusing as his garbled bio is James's dishonest or at the least disingenuous and unfounded assumption that not only do all "queer" people play—at least how he arbitrarily defines it—the once hallowed and now hollowed-out skinsuit version of Dungeons & Dragons WokeC lazily and ineptly shoved out identically, but that a core aspect of it is somehow "accidentally" imbuing gay blue-skinned tiefling warlock #789321230975 with made up pronuns and one or more elements from their degenerate and toxic personalities.

It's intentional, because in between inhaling handfuls of meds for depression and anxiety, and bouts of drumming up attention on social media to briefly stroke their egos they like to fantasize about what they think their lives would be like were they a gay, blue-skinned tiefling warlock in a fantasy world. With a better body. And some sort of useful talent or skill. And friends. This probably explains why all they can aspire to is a barista at the fantasy equivalent of Starbucks. Though, I suppose for them having even a semi-stable part-time job or going grocery shopping is a herculean feat in itself.

But the fact that James states being a queer tabletop tourist that watches other people pretend to play and YouTube tutorials on how to make a character means that you base an entire character around your deeply flawed personality that you can't imagine anyone loving? It's almost like he knows on some level that he's a horrible person. But, rather than make even the slightest attempt to change himself, apparently hopes that by playing a horrible character maybe, just maybe other horrible people will tell him that he's smart, interesting, and/or attractive.

And maybe, just maybe, if he hears the lies enough he'll eventually start to believe them.

But Dungeons & Dragons isn't therapy, and even if it was these mentally ill narcissists don't really play anyway. For everyone else? It's a game. Something you play to have fun. People like James obviously need actual therapy. The problem is that a good therapist, someone interested in actually helping James won't just sit there and tell him everything he wants to hear. Perhaps James knows this, perhaps from experience, so instead he'd rather hang out on Twitter and pretend to be content with other mentally ill liars pretending to tolerate him (and vice versa).

James might sit there and deride normal people for playing a better version of the game he only pretends to care about because it's popular in the manner in which it was intended and enjoying it, but don't let it get to you: there's not a single person he loathes more than himself.