Let me be clear in saying support is the LAST thing this is implying; I DETEST what they endorsed since it was tantamount to the ensurance of harm and dehumanization.

It's just...

It was so graphic and sudden; yet they cheer for it.

I'm shaken by the mere idea, even though it was someone I hated.

No, your fine!

Just...happy you're having a good time!

Hun?

It's so tiring watching the blatant fear; even contempt properties seem to have for themselves or their fans.

I just wish, if you are going to remake something...

Just be proud of what IT is, as its own thing.

So many revivals are afraid of themselves; when I wish they would have faith instead.

...instead of just picking up where we left off.

Bubsy isn't...a beloved franchise but, my god.

It's insistence on reveling on its past and consistently pointing/referencing other things is just...

Quintissential as to why I can't stand the culture around remakes.

Revivals/remakes/remasters as of late are so afraid to diverge/be their own things.

Granted, that's partly because there are people who pitch fits about change but...

I think series having new life breathed into them shouldn't fear being a tad different from the source.

Being their own thing...

Don't you know? It stands for "Steven After Not Surviving"!

Shame about her wits, though.

How are you supposed to lead her to water if she doesn't know what that is?

It never leaves you, but it never directly interacts with you.

It haunts you; never allowing you peace.

It bleeds into every aspect of you because it's always there; a constant reminder of your failings.

Your hang-ups.

Your regret, rage, sadness; what have you.

It's just...

There.

Always.

To me, it's...something that hangs in your peripheral.

Like an eye floater, something you just barely can't see but..

You feel its presence.

It's always there and it's presence is like a phantom; a simulacrum of your resentment and disdain.

And...it just follows you.

And...follows you.

In my time alive, I've never really...defined my own hate before. Mostly because I tried not to "hate" anything.

It feels awful to hang on to bad feelings, so I try my hardest to resolve them and let those feelings go.

But, over the course of the past few months...

I think I get it.

I've grappled with this question for a good chunk of my life.

It's been described in so many different ways, that I just believed it was a universal experience.

"It's an all consuming flame that burns within!"
"It's the absence of love!"
"It's terrible and harms you as much as them!"