Journal of Other Forum Analysis (Volume II, Issue 1)

[Venice]

A couple of days ago, TheBore was discussing FantasticToma's whinging Christmas post. Today, it turns out he is just another cringeworthy 40 year old man-child with mental issues, with the added bonus of being a shameless grifter to boot.

First, his post from 2 days ago. Relevant parts highlighted in bold:

https://www.resetera.com/threads/better-not-click-if-youre-enjoying-a-happy-christmas-did-you-ever-find-out-your-parents-no-longer-love-you-and-how-did-you-react-cope-with-it.1069110/#post-133449081

So, I've been crying a lot yesterday and just now again. I don't want to go into much detail, but with how Christmas eve yesterday and now today went, it's just clear to me that my parents don't really care about me anymore. Mind you, I'm a 40 yo grown man, I shouldn't care about that, right? And it's not like my relationship with my parents has been great, it hasn't since I was circa 16. But these past two days just have been especially ... clear. They keep up a certain facade, but that's as far as that goes. I know I shouldn't care about it at my age, but my mom got me my own mixer for baking stuff. She knows I have a severe eating disorder, so I absolutely shouldn't bake often. I bake once a year when I bake gingerbread as presents for all my relatives. That one time I ask my mom to lend me her mixer. So either she thinks me, someone with an eating disorder, should bake more often, or she thinks me borrowing her mixer once a year is so grating to her that she got me my own mixer as a "leave me alone ffs". As someone in a dire financial and health situation, instead of gifting me those 30 Euro, she got me my own mixer. And that'S on top of my dad deciding to shit on a lifetime of tradition and change christmas eve yesterday, just to accomodate some guests that haven't been here in 10 years and won't be another. It probably sound really mundane as I write it here, but I'm just completely drained. But I mustn't say anything about it or else I'm gonna be the "bad" guy again. When I went upstairs earlier, I sat in the kitchen, staring at my kitchen knifes for 5 minutes, but ofc I couldn't muster the courage to do it. To dumb to live, to weak to die. And don't worry with the "here's a hotline", I've been thinking about this stuff for the past two decades. I won't ever do it. Live alone, die alone. Some day in a totally unspectacular way.

Anyway, have any of your experienced moments where you know your parents don't really give a shit about you anymore? How did you take it? How did you go on? Thanks for anyone sharing their story.

Poor old man FantasticToma, he's in a dire financial situation, desperately needed 30 Euros, but thought about killing himself because his Mumma got him a mixer.

Today, in the retrogaming thread:

https://www.resetera.com/threads/retro-portables-are-neat.299129/page-409#post-133508583

Alright, found another expensive rabbit hole ... the RP5. >_>

So, as amazing as everything about this device looks and sounds, maybe you guys who have it could answer some of these questions:

- is it THE best retro handheld for the price? 200 bucks is about as far as I'm willing to pay rn, so the RP5 is basically the upper end of my budget plans. I'm not looking to spend the money for a Steam Deck or Rog Ally

So this useless fuck had a meltdown on Christmas Day because his Mumma got him a mixer, and he really, really needed 30 Euro's instead because of his terrible financial situation...

But is now ready to throw down 200 Euros on a handheld gaming console.




What I find funny about characters like FantasticToma isn't just the shamelessness and hypocrisy.

It's the fact that they can't even keep the grifting consistent for 2 whole days before the mask slips. You just know some idiot probably sent Toma a PM on Christmas Day and gifted him some cash out of sympathy.

ResetEra.

Truly the home of the most pathetic, lying, slimiest, sleaziest old men on the internet.