We Severely Dislike The Term Parts And Actively Avoid People That Use It. System Member Feels Much Better

We severely dislike the term “parts” and actively avoid people that use it. “System member” feels much better and doesn’t make us nearly as uncomfortable.

Head mate would be nice if the endos hadn’t have made it impossible to love that term anymore.

[Text: This system uses the term “member” to describe people in their system]

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No see I wasn't "blatantly factually incorrect" you just weren't abusing enough stimulants to understand my logic

"surely im faking this," i think, directly experiencing all the symptoms nd not benefiting from it at all

Really wish we could go back to a time when movies were worth something as long as they were fun to watch

Like I mentioned the 2016 Ghostbusters reboot (the all-female one) to someone bc i had a lot of fun watching that movie!! And they were like “that movie wasn’t that good it was just a comedy… It didn’t win anything did it?” like bitch …. The first Ghostbusters movie wasn’t fucking good either but I’m still sitting here watching some dudes chase a ghost through a library to some weird synth music so maybe movies don’t have to win awards to be worth watching

AL PACINO as BOBBY DEERFIELD BOBBY DEERFIELD (1977), dir. Sidney Pollack

Being the host of a system is like:

I am the manager of this business. I am responsible for 18 other people, and making sure that they get along. It is my responsibility to take the business in a trajectory that not only makes me happy, but suits everyone else, as well, because there's a catch! None of us get to ACTUALLY quit. You might be able to throw off your uniform and walk out, but there's nothing but the void out there, and you might find yourself in that emptiness for decades.

Not only am I managing these people, but I am also the face that all customers see, because no one is allowed to know that there are actually 18 other employees here.

Also, sometimes a stranger will walk into the place and throw on a uniform. I am not allowed to turn them away, or tell them they can't work here. All I can do is make sure they get along well. Sometimes, employees I love will walk out, and I don't ever get to know when they'll return.

Sometimes, an employee will take my nametag and uniform and pretend to be me to interact with customers. I don't always get to decide when this happens, nor do I get to decide what they do. I may not even get to be in the room. Sometimes this is helpful, sometimes it is devastating.

Sometimes, I will be stuck at the front counter even after closing hours. I will watch employees cycle in and out of the break room, unable to leave myself. This is also an unpredictable shift.

Sometimes the entire building is so noisy that it feels debilitating, but there is no quiet place I can go to. Sometimes, I want to work alone, I want to own this business myself, but there is nowhere else for me or the others to go. I have to suck it up, and learn to be okay with sharing.

But wait, there's more! At all times, there are at least three employees who are unpredictably trying to set the business on fire.

I don't get paid to run this business. I have run it my whole life, it IS my whole life. I love my job, and the other employees, but sometimes it exhausts me, and most customers do not understand. They are allowed to come and go from our establishment, after all, and they do not have to manage a secret business.