Alright, I admit that I thought my concept to kill our unfriendly neighborhood construct would've taken off a bit more than it did, but I see now that such things can easily be viewed as absurd or untrue. There's a set series of beliefs we have about construct, and can easily identify things outside of the norm as untruth. H(a)unting, Scared, and whatever blog that has 'Breaker' in it have those concepts.
Firstly that he communicates, and is nice about it, or that there's two personas about. While many have speculated that there are multiple constructs, it's widely believed that none of them are 'nice'. Belief shapes life, so this is untrue. The "Breaker" story is widely considered a mary sue fairy tale of what how to beat him. Death of the construct is seen as untrue, thus the story comes off as childish.
Though I did realize that my attempt to garner widespread belief of 'killing' the construct was just as childish. Power exists, certainly, but I'm speaking to the dark about how to destroy it. I am starting to think that no one wants it dead really. Oh sure we say we want to kill it, but we have such rigid definitions of what it is, what we believe it can do that we won't allow ourselves to say something like, 'Hey, I just threw a banana at him, and it put a hole through him, so get out your fresh fruit and throw it at him." That's just considered absurd, because we've already proven he's practically invulnerable.
I can't change public belief of him, at least not alone. I doubt anyone else will either, perhaps we consider him.....fun? I dunno, maybe that's just me being bitter and irritated at life again.
On a personal note; and this is all true by the way, not some fodder to set myself up in a fictionalized story as a victim, I noticed the chain on my front door was partially out, as if someone tried to force the door open but failed. The odd thing is, that either they must've circumvented the lock itself to do so, or I forgot to lock the door, but I chained it. That's a bit scary, I have quite the fear of home invasion ><
I'll try to get it fixed via maintenance asap. ugh, now I have to shake off this paranoia before bed else I'll freak out all night. Typically I just exhale a few times, and envision a protective aura, growing about me, in my room, that expands out to cover my home, forcing out all dark presences. I can feel it, like, between my shoulderblades as I exhale, sort of a 'venting' feeling.
Granted, I could just be pretending I'm special as I've lambasted so many before me, but maybe, just maybe there's some truth to it, you know. I've started to realize that I'm a bit...bipolar, if you haven't noticed by now. I'm crass and judgmental, and bitter as all hell, but sometimes, I'm just full of positivity and faith in the ability to overcome.
Just like a coin. It all comes back to luck, doesn't it?