I know I tit on Bianca's (toxic) positivity occasionly (no, these answers are not toxic, I mean some of her other stuff), but just the difference between this and Alice's toxic negativity must feel sooooooo good to him.
I used to date a very cynical man. It was funny at first but it became loathsome soon. There's nothing in cynism - no joy, no satisfaction, and most importantly no problem solving. Just bitterness. I felt so good getting rid of him. And he was just a cynic, which isn't close to as bad as whatever our Alice is.
ETA: I'm not trying to tit on cynism itself, all of us are occasionally cynical about something. But having that as your main philosophy in life ... ooohweee.
Mhm, I was tryna get with a guy at my old uni who was wholly, devastatingly cynical. It was worse in that he was using me, so all the times I tried to talk with him about what we were reading (we were both lit majors), he would just
tit-talk the plotlines of my fave books and, outside of lit chats, negatively remark on any even remotely positive thing I had going on in my life before ghosting me on text for the day. It was just this weird cycle of being drawn to him, lured in by him for intimacy, and then feeling the urge to reach out to him only to receive all this relentless negativity. It rubbed off on me, but mostly because I was so desperate to earn his affection; I tried to be like him. He tried to mimic the “starving artist/writer.” He treated me like trash so when I turned my back on him he would have fodder for his next horrible short story about how no one loves him and the world is sad. His cynicism is literally the entirety of his personality but he’s too focused on maintaining that stupid starving artist persona/trope that he’s willing to use people and sacrifice friends to do it. Like he’s actively ruining his own life.
Idk. It is just so, so exhausting being cynical all the time. It’s JUST like constant positivity—it’s equally as toxic, and it’s painful, to yourself and to others. Cutting ties with people who only repetitively drag you down with their darkness literally feels like stepping into sunshine. I don’t know why I fell so hard for someone so stony and grim. I look back on how badly I thought I needed him and I roll my eyes. I’ve checked in on him since; he makes YouTube videos where he draws while narrating some really
crappy prose he wrote that is, surprise surprise, cynical. No one watches any of it.
Cynicism is natural; it’s not healthy, per se, but it’s natural…so long as you’re able to pull yourself out of those episodes. But tie it round your waist like an anchor and you’ll sink to the bottom, where you’ll make awful, boring YouTube videos talking about how terrible life and the people in it are and drawing
crappy stick figures that are somehow “profound” and “artistic.”
duck you, Mike. Also your dick tasted bad.