I suppose I will be fine, after

[brightrosefox]

Yeah, I think I'm starting to slip into a depressive episode.
I just want to stop reacting whenever anyone insults me in any way.
I feel like crying over... I don't know, nothing and everything.
That is why watching Futurama and My Little Pony Friendship Is Magic is comforting, so shut up.
I want people to stop telling me how to be or not be physically and mentally disabled, bisexual, ethically Jewish, eclectic pagan, psychically sensitive, a female, very short, curvy slender, balanced between holistic and pharmaceutical medicines, a writer, a reader, an intellectual, a human.
I want to remind myself how to ignore those people and live my life my own way no matter who says what. I want to stop reacting and overreacting. I want to remind myself to just shut up and walk away with the knowledge that they will not learn nor understand, but others will.
I want to learn how to actually make and keep more friends on my own without wanting to run away.
I want to squeeze all my toys and dolls and meditate and cry cleansing tears.
I just want to be.

Comments

[naamah-darling.livejournal.com]

Hear you on so much of this.

I would lend you my extraordinarily comforting bunny rabbit plushie to snuggle, but he is really manky at this point. I've cuddled him nightly for about eight years now. *blushes* He does have a brother and sister, though, that have Never Been Snuggled (same model, different colors, kept in reserve for when Bunnsley wears out) so if you want to borrow one of them, I will send one to you. Seriously.

I wish I could stop being hurt by people thinking I am less than human. That seems like a stupid thing to wish for, because that kind of thing should be upsetting, IS upsetting, but man, I wish that random internet jerks didn't make me so angry. They don't matter. They don't. But UGH. Some asspill got all self-righteously douchey in reply to a comment left elsewhere on the net about how women actually do own their bodies (SHOCKING NEWS: STORY AT ELEVEN!) and I got SO MAD. THEY COULDN'T EVEN GRAMMAR.

[brightlotusmoon.livejournal.com]

Well, I have a wolf-husky plushie, at least. :)

My childhood bunny is so old that her fur is gray, her eyes are scratched, she's missing the linings of her ears, and she's falling apart, but I love her!

I dunno, if I borrow one, I may never give it back... :p

You know, I think that is why I want superpowers, why all my characters have superpowers. So that they can stop being hurt. So they can have more control. So that they can DO extraordinary THINGS that could change the world around them.

Also. FUCKING DOUCHEBAGS. FILTHY DOUCHEBAG ENEMA TUBES IN HUMAN FORM. RAGE.

[naamah-darling.livejournal.com]

You know, I think that is why I want superpowers, why all my characters have superpowers. So that they can stop being hurt. So they can have more control. So that they can DO extraordinary THINGS that could change the world around them.

DING DING DING GIVE THE LADY A PRIZE! XD

Yes, that's exactly it. God. I've never seen anyone express it so effectively. Thank you.

My most cathartic character is a high-school-aged boy who started out as a complete mess and now has superpowers. He's a storm-caller, and I think, since you have a real appreciation for MAJESTIC NATURE AWESOMENESS like I do, you'll understand why I find it so wonderful. They aren't powers he can use to stop the bad shit that happens to him, not always, they don't make him immune to bullying or whatever, but he's on his way up, and learning to DEAL, because he suddenly has this major power that gives him a whole new perspective on things. I mean, STORM GOD. And he's the most cuddly and loving and sweet guy, more than any of my other people, he has a real innocence about him. I really needed him in my brain, obviously. Vulnerability is strength. Storms are just air. <3

Hrrrgh. I need to get back to him.

[brightlotusmoon.livejournal.com]

You're welcome. By gods, you're welcome. Also, you give the best compliments. I adore you!

I love your boy. LOVE HIM. OH.

"Vulnerability is strength." He needs to meet my four semi-god-like telekinetic telepaths in my novel.

Heey. Hey. Um. Do you... want to read it? I mean, it's nowhere near done. I'm at 102,000 words and counting. But maybe your insights could help.