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explosivecombat) wrote2012-10-04 12:30 am
explosivecombat) wrote2012-10-04 12:30 am
Entry tags:
- !ic,
- *text,
- @crow hogan,
- @dr kato (hopefully not in a dress),
- @karkat vantas' impressive profanity,
- @kayneth archibald e-rank luck,
- @king logan's ttly awesome people skills,
- @lust,
- @rin okumura,
- @utena tenjou,
- being you guys is suffering,
- come at me bro,
- god is dead and my tl;dr has killed him,
- just thought he'd ask,
- my tiny violin tho,
- no sense of self-preservation,
- professor of fauxlosophy,
- texting into the void,
- why we can't have nice things
018. [Text, and one other thing.]
[TEXT]
Due to various circumstances in my world of origin, for quite a while, time was immeasurable for me. It came to lack meaning. Weeks bled into months, months into years. In some ways, this world seems like that for many of us; there's a lack of structure, and the list of things that one can do with themselves before they settle into some sort of day-to-day routine is incredibly short. These creatures become a part of our daily lives; this world becomes a part of our daily lives. And before we know it, we've spent weeks here. Months. Years.
That blank spot in my life lasted for seven years, I believe. Yet with nothing else to focus on, I discovered more about myself in those seven years than I did over the course of most of the rest of my life. Spending that long in the dark - whether it's physical or otherwise - tends to teach one a lot, I believe, even if it's just where your limits lie.
You'll have to forgive me for the needless introspection; if you're humoring me by continuing to read, either you have more patience than most at half-midnight, or this is one of those messages on the feed that greets you first thing in the morning. But apparently time does have meaning to most people in this place - in which case...
Tell me how long you've been here, if you choose, and what you've come to discover about yourself in that time.
I suppose it's worth saying that personally, I've been here for a year, as of half an hour ago.
For me, it's been another year where time has next to no meaning, despite the fact that I have an easy way to keep track of it; another year with no direction, though I wouldn't say it's been spent in the dark. Whether I like what I've discovered about myself or not within that year has yet to be seen; however, I find myself content with the way things are.
While I know that I have no choice in the matter, I think I could tolerate another year.
[PRIVATE TEXT TO KATO]
I have a favor to ask of you.
Due to various circumstances in my world of origin, for quite a while, time was immeasurable for me. It came to lack meaning. Weeks bled into months, months into years. In some ways, this world seems like that for many of us; there's a lack of structure, and the list of things that one can do with themselves before they settle into some sort of day-to-day routine is incredibly short. These creatures become a part of our daily lives; this world becomes a part of our daily lives. And before we know it, we've spent weeks here. Months. Years.
That blank spot in my life lasted for seven years, I believe. Yet with nothing else to focus on, I discovered more about myself in those seven years than I did over the course of most of the rest of my life. Spending that long in the dark - whether it's physical or otherwise - tends to teach one a lot, I believe, even if it's just where your limits lie.
You'll have to forgive me for the needless introspection; if you're humoring me by continuing to read, either you have more patience than most at half-midnight, or this is one of those messages on the feed that greets you first thing in the morning. But apparently time does have meaning to most people in this place - in which case...
Tell me how long you've been here, if you choose, and what you've come to discover about yourself in that time.
I suppose it's worth saying that personally, I've been here for a year, as of half an hour ago.
For me, it's been another year where time has next to no meaning, despite the fact that I have an easy way to keep track of it; another year with no direction, though I wouldn't say it's been spent in the dark. Whether I like what I've discovered about myself or not within that year has yet to be seen; however, I find myself content with the way things are.
While I know that I have no choice in the matter, I think I could tolerate another year.
[PRIVATE TEXT TO KATO]
I have a favor to ask of you.
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