another pet peeve I have with fiction is when the narrative treats the need to leave an illusory or fantasy reality for The Real World as self-evident
nooo ha ha donāt remain in the dimension you feel at home in youāre so sexy aha you have a moral obligation to live out a specific set of expectations that has been foisted upon you by western society please come conform to them itās the only way to be truly happy
your emotionally abusive parents miss you come back to the real world and make amends itās immature and immoral of you to want to remain in a world where you have agency and are not systematically oppressed























