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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.
[text]
he will have his moment of likability goddamnit
also of course he's interesting, and he'll pointedly ignore the 'repression' angle...]
Well, I suppose I should be glad about that. Really, though, it should be common sense.
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That explains a lot, actually.
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We had a rather bloody civil war on our soil recently; most who were there don't speak of it. I understand what you're saying in regards to doing everything for victory's sake, but I know better than to voice it aloud in mixed company.
[text]
[because, you know, dumb commoners who don't know shit about mages and all.]
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Either I'm misunderstanding you, or you're trying to claim that a battle involving fourteen people is at all comparable to the slaughter of an entire race carried out by an army of those just as powerful as you.
If that is, in fact, the case, you really are laughably naive.
[text]