Instead of playing the guess the MAL score and typing it out, I think we just play it in person right?
Though I only want to play for a little bit and not forever. I see how stressed out I'm making you ๐๐๐
"You just need to pick the thing that makes you the happiest
and work really hard at it. You don't have to pick baseball.
I only play because I have so much fun playing it."
Arissa Ogletree stopped eating her raisins and spice oatmeal to listen to her sister’s rant. Monica Washington-Green spent 30 minutes before church lecturing Arissa on where her life went wrong. Monica was three years older than Arissa, who was 37. Monica went to university, getting a degree in sociology. Arissa attended a school for performing arts to become an actress, but learned she had no talent for it. Monica got a job as an executive assistant promptly after graduating university; a job she still has to this day. Arissa floundered through 13 jobs in eight years. Monica married an executive chef seven years ago, a man she dated for four years prior. Arissa left her second husband 20 months ago. Her first husband, Brad, was a perpetual adulterer. Her second husband, Hugh, was an emotionally and verbally abusive ex-soldier with PTSD. In between the two was a boyfriend she lived with, Vince. He was a guitar player who was thrown out of his struggling Black Sabbath cover band for lack of responsibility.
Monica had spent the last 80 Sundays explaining to Arissa how her lack of commitment, fear of hard work and desire to take the easy way out led her to living in her guest room. How Arissa hadn’t bothered to make forward progress in her life because she thought she could live with her “oh so generous and loving big sister” for the rest of her life. And if she’d just made better decisions all of this could’ve been avoided.
At first Arissa tried to defend herself, and likened these lectures to the verbal abuse she endured from Hugh. But she learned that just prolonged the speeches, and made Monica and Luke (her husband) late for church. And Monica had another lecture for her if they were late for church. The only reason Arissa didn’t go to church with them is because three weeks in, she blew Monica’s mind with, “How is what’s happening to me, with the two divorces and living with you, not part of God’s plan? If I have to go to church, then you have to accept this status quo, or I can not go and you can continue bitching about it.” Monica simply threw her hands up and went to church after that.
That was when Arissa learned Monica just wanted to chastise her like she felt their mother did. Monica wanted to implement her ideas on how their mother should’ve raised Arissa. And that sickened Arissa because Monica didn’t have to work so hard and strive to be the best. She chose to because…well honestly, Arissa didn’t know. And she was confident Monica didn’t know either. Monica worked to impress nobody, no one laid out expectations for to meet and/or beat. She was the oldest so there was no bar for her to overcome. She just demanded success from herself and those around her. She didn’t agree to marry Luke until he owned his own, successful restaurant.
But Arissa no longer cared. She was tired of life and her sister shitting all over her. And this Sunday she resolved to end it all. While Luke and Monica were at church, she was going to hang herself in the garage with the expensive bed sheets Monica didn’t want her to sleep on. That way her corpse would be the first thing she saw when she got home. The thought of Monica bitching and moaning about how this ruins her Sunday amused Arissa. She knew her sister wouldn’t be distraught about her dead sister, but rather what the neighbors would think, what it would do to her property value and how she can’t park in the garage.
Then she’d be grateful that she no longer had to feed and house her pathetic loser of a little sister; who couldn’t hold a job and married loser assholes because she didn’t have any self respect. She’d get her guest room back and wouldn’t have to spend her Sunday mornings reminding Arissa how she ruined her own life and how anyone with half a brain would’ve made something of themself if they had had even a quarter of the opportunities that she’d had.
Arissa knew no one would miss her. Monica would be grateful she was dead. Luke ignored her at all times, not even saying hello or good-bye. Their mother had died four years ago, complications during back surgery. And their father divorced their mother 34 years ago. He lived in a nursing home in Warsaw Poland, the survivor of a helicopter crash 28 years ago that left him a quadriplegic. He wouldn’t mourn the child that made him leave his wife. Neither Arissa or Monica had any children, if they had she wouldn’t commit suicide where the children could see.
As soon as she heard the garage door close Arissa went to the linen closet, took one of the expensive bed sheets from Target and took it to the garage. She tied the sheet into a suitable noose and secured it to an overhead beam. The website that taught her how to do this also taught her the sturdiest place in the garage to do this; where multiple beams met. After a second and third thought she decided to leave a note. But she assumed Monica would destroy any note that blamed her so she could lie to the police. She took a photo of the noose and posted it to her Instagram account with the caption:
“Since I can’t possibly live a life my sister, Monica would approve of; perhaps my death can be something she finally approves of. Though I have my doubts.”
Then she climbed the ladder, tightened the noose around her neck and kicked the ladder away. It was more painful than the website had let on, but nowhere near as painful as the abuse and disrespect she’d endured from her sister and husbands. she felt herself urinate and thought that would probably upset Monica more than anything else that happened this day. Except the sheet. Monica would be very upset about the sheet. Knowing that, Arissa had a smile on her face as her brain functions ceased.
Oh my god stop blasting Justin Bieber music also, PLUG IN YOUR HEADPHONES
"You just need to pick the thing that makes you the happiest
and work really hard at it. You don't have to pick baseball.
I only play because I have so much fun playing it."
She's just trying to tease me and get under my skin, but I'm not gonna show any weakness.
For real though, when is this elevator getting fixed? We've been stuck here for a while
"You just need to pick the thing that makes you the happiest
and work really hard at it. You don't have to pick baseball.
I only play because I have so much fun playing it."
let's just have a truce while we are stuck here, we wouldn't want to disappoint her by destroying the elevator :] so you got any multiplayer games on your phone?
I feel like we talk too much about finding common ground on stuff we like
How about this time we try to find some common ground on stuff we don't like or hate?
"You just need to pick the thing that makes you the happiest
and work really hard at it. You don't have to pick baseball.
I only play because I have so much fun playing it."
Wait why are you painting "SOS"? It's not dire, we'll get out of here in no time.
"Wait, you're saying you're afraid of me? Why? I'm harmless I swear, I'm just chilling and not panicking"
"You just need to pick the thing that makes you the happiest
and work really hard at it. You don't have to pick baseball.
I only play because I have so much fun playing it."
I think this is where I try to break the ice and try to say hello
I see them around in FG a fair amount but we haven't talked before
"You just need to pick the thing that makes you the happiest
and work really hard at it. You don't have to pick baseball.
I only play because I have so much fun playing it."
I would feel slightly offended but try to maintain composure.
She would try to lock the elevator for longer with karioka- but
when she's stuck in an elevator with me, she's hammering that emergency red button and screaming for help. Banging on the doors with both of her hands panicking
me: "I'm literally not doing anything or saying anything. I'm just existing here"
"You just need to pick the thing that makes you the happiest
and work really hard at it. You don't have to pick baseball.
I only play because I have so much fun playing it."