Deep Thoughts, with Triforceofmusic!!!!!!!

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Okay, here's one for you guys...
You could either save the woman you love... or 30 random people that you don't know... which would you choose and why?
(and yes, that is from the first Spiderman film - even though he saved all of them, imagine you DON'T have superpowers XD)

I don't know if I'd be able to live with myself if my love died, despite saving 30 people... whereas I'd feel even worse if I let 30 people die for my own selfish needs but at least I'd have someone to help me through the loss and emotional trauma... it's a really complicated one, I mean I suppose the short bit of fame for saving those people could reel some other fishes in (if you get me) plus I'm the kind of person that believes everything happens for a reason but if I was put in the situation I suppose I would save the people as long as I got to say goodbye to my lover... it's a real mindfuck without super powers

I would probably save the 30 people, if I could. But I would have that moment where I chose between them replayed in my head for the rest of my life. I'm not even joking- I'm that bad with guilt ._.

I wouldn't save any of them. I'd just walk away.

*New Conversation*

Have you ever felt trapped in a situation and you're not sure of how to get out of it?

Many times. In fact, I'm in one right now. If I try to escape it, it will only just pull me back into it. It's like a loop lolz, I'm flippant about this situation though because it just makes it easy when I don't care lolz




Around 1:56 is what I feel like right now xD

That's one that's really making me think... I don't believe so, I've always managed to find explain my way out of situations but one time I was stuck in this HORRIBLE job (it was only for a week but after the third day I actually prayed - and I hardly ever pray unless I'm in a desperate need of help - that I would fall down the stairs and break my arm or something just to get out of it, it was that bad of a job) My boss was an arsehole, the work was tiring, ruthless, the hours were awful and I even had to do free over time. I had no idea how to get out of it so I lied... and very badly - I got my pay cut in half for blagging my final day by saying I had to be the 24/7 carer for a family member that day (which I have actually had to do before) and he called me a liar and said that I only wanted to go out and get drunk... I just thought, what a fucking dick hole you are -.- I got through the 4th day with bleeding hands, blisters all over my wrists, in my knee joints, I had thick black soot up my nose and in my eyes and ears and even a crooked back but I like to think it made me somewhat stronger... and a little more reluctant to find just 'any old job' for the sake of being employed and shutting my dad up.