At least partly, maybe.

I'll be honest: I fantasize fairly regularly about being a "hero" and "saving the day", like stopping a shooter or something like that, cuz I'm just so, so desperate for my life to have meaning or a purpose. I just feel like if I did a heroic act like that, maybe I'd finally feel at peace, that I had finally fulfilled my "purpose" and "reason for being here".

I don't support tackling shoplifters or anything like that just to clarify, I just think I might understand at least a little bit why someone would feel motivated to do so.

  • infuziSporg [e/em/eir]
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    3 years ago

    I was with my roommates (queer polycule) in a grocery store a few years ago, in a self checkout to get kitchen gear for the apartment. An item wasn't scanning right, and the cashier came over. Roommates started kissing while they waited, and they must have been distracting enough while I absentmindedly loaded up bags.

    They were being gay as I was doing crime.

    Helpers.