backdated 3/7

[livingimpaired]

My eBay account got suspended.

I have not used eBay in awhile so I guess I don't know the proper protocol for someone outbidding you for a cursed doll. Cursed with either a violent curse or a child's soul. The seller didn't specify.

It is not proper etiquette to e-mail the person you were bidding against and ask them to sell it to you rather than use it for their BuzzFeed article. Or let them be aware that you were honestly hoping it had some soul trapped in it to give it to friends in the hope that it will come to life in the middle of the night to do whatever cursed dolls do.

Who knew. I thought we were both cursed doll enthusiasts.

Comments

[livingimpaired]

Hello, Pitou Blythe.
You may, indeed, be right, but eBay unfortunately disagrees with my enthusiasm.
Though, I will say I only got this idea after seeing your zine.
So, I will thank you for giving me the inspiration for it.

That said, since I am looking for cursed dolls, would you like one?

[playdolls]

No, ghosts are very inconvenient. My morgue ended up haunted over halloween and I did not find it amusing. Some cursed doll is just going to upset me cats, isn't it?

[livingimpaired]

I have to say I find that lucky.

But I don't know.
They're usually small and trapped forever in a doll until exorcised.
Or so I assume.
Anyway.
Your cats might enjoy batting it around as it awakens to murder.
Haha.

[playdolls]

That does sound fun.

[ It is Pitou bait. ]

[livingimpaired]

I thought you might enjoy that idea, Pitou.

[playdolls]

You spend too much time thinking about me. Don't you have friends?

[livingimpaired]

I do.
And what about you?

[playdolls]

That was a rhetorical question.

[livingimpaired]

I'm aware.
But my question is not rhetorical.

[playdolls]

There are people I like.

[livingimpaired]

That's good to hear.
It is unfortunate that I am not one of them.
But I have resigned myself to that fate.

[playdolls]

Why would I like you, I've never met you.

[livingimpaired]

Is that your roundabout way of asking to meet me?
Such shyness.

[playdolls]

It's just the facts. Stop treating me like I'm cute.

[livingimpaired]

Then how would you like me to treat you?

[playdolls]

Like I could scratch your eyes out, preferably.

[livingimpaired]

Then I am treating you as I should be.

[playdolls]

You're bizarre.

[livingimpaired]

I know.

[playdolls]

And you don't have any defense for your behavior?

[livingimpaired]

Why should I mount any defense?

[playdolls]

Not even a traumatic childhood or something predictable like that?

[livingimpaired]

No.
I was a very unpleasant teenager by no one's fault but my own.

[playdolls]

I want to hear about that then.

[livingimpaired]

Very well.

When I reached my early teens, I became aware that I was unable to feel happiness as others felt it. In those early years, a person should be filled with so many bright emotions, but I was not. I became aware that neither happiness nor unhappiness meant anything to me, and so I decided to live my life alone. Alone not in relation to how many people knew me or how many people cared about me, but how I allowed myself to be affected by them.

In short, I stopped caring about the opinions and feelings of others. I didn't care if people were pleased, excited, sad, angry. Nothing outside of myself mattered. I'm certain you can understand just how unpleasant a person can become living in such a way.