The Wounds Will Heal
Darling, come here.
Yes, right now. Come sit with me.
You don’t think I can see it, but I can, honey. It’s my job to see these kinds of things; what most don’t see.
The pain and frustration you deal with from people who ruin the fun of playing this game is something I have a keen eye for, especially when it takes away that smile of yours. I am not going to let them take what doesn’t belong to them and will never belong to anyone else but yourself, and to me. That cute goofy grin of yours when you’re having fun is the treasure of my heart, sweet thing. But so quickly does it fade into the shadows when toxic people only care about winning, and they decide to choose you as the subject of their desperation for attention.
Let’s put aside the endless pursuit of measuring your skill for just a second, sweetie. I want to take a look at that heart and mind of yours, as I sense an unnecessary amount of damage being endured within you.
People in Smash who want to frustrate you don’t deserve to so freely tax your mind of its efforts, resolve, confidence, or enjoyment of this game, honey. Their annoying playstyle is only a reflection of the person they are, and the lack of healing they refuse to do. Instead of sharing in the joy of friendship, fairness, and sportsmanship, they only wish to drag down everyone else into the same murky depths they’ve left themselves in.
This is an evildoer who thinks they’re throwing mud at your face to get a reaction, when truly they’re only accomplishing the constant abandonment of this game by many who would justifiably prefer to go do something else than what feels like wasting their time trying to climb a steep hill with an unfair cliffside. In the end, they will end up as alone as they started, and no one will care enough to pay heed to their foolishness.
If you are going to play this game, then remember that their actions are not entitled to a place in your mind. They are not entitled to your effort. They don’t deserve the satisfaction of your anger hindering your gameplay. They shouldn’t get to enjoy anything but the echo of their deeds, as their taunting bounces off the walls of their den and is heard by no one anymore.
My heart is for you to take people like this in stride, sweetheart. Do not let them ruin your confidence or put the burden on you to show them up at their petty game. Just keep walking, regardless if you win or lose. Take pity on them, as I do. GSP is one of the few things they have to their name, but it’s worth nothing in comparison to the golden worth of keeping your dignity.
Let me see that smile, baby. Let me see that part of you who loves this game and loves Smash for how amazing it is. Feel my hand on your heart, and remember that toxic people should have no place in there or in your mind.
They will receive their due for the work of their hands, while I will gladly enjoy receiving the warmth of your peace instead.
They are beneath you, but they don’t last. I am beside you, and I will remain.
Your heart is my treasure, and no one is taking that from me. Not even Death.
Now go have fun!