Sable Rhapsody wrote...
There's a group of us here. Girls Against Carth Syndrome. Join us in the shadows, where we stand vigilant against Carth Syndrome! http://social.bioware.com/group/1163/
The Carth Syndrome is one variant of a kind of romance that I find both creepy and downright un-fun, almost without exception--the dreaded therapymance. I'm a freaking hero(ine). I'm a Jedi, Sith, Warden, Bhaalspawn, Knight Captain, Spectre, etc. I kick ass, take names, make friends, make enemies, make love, save the known universe, shoot lightning at fools, and do it all with epic style. Nowhere in my job description is "psychologist for crazy people."
NPCs, I will happily be your friend or even lover. I will snipe, spill drinks on the Citadel, snark, eat cheese, sing songs, hunt devils, and consult space hamsters with you. I'll be a shoulder to cry on; I will support and enable your growth as a person to the best of my ability. Because that's what friends do. But I will not be your therapist. I will not sit there and listen to you whine incessantly about your dead spouse, estranged child, daddy issues, mommy issues, dead dog, or toe bunions. I will happily help you find a therapist, but if you can't deal with your problems in a reasonably constructive manner without sobbing on my shoulder every other conversation, I'm kicking you out. You're just not cool enough to be around me. END OF LINE.
Sable, you are my hero.





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