(Interlude - Adaptability)
Greetings.
I come bearing news.
Congrats to Sis for the engagement. I suppose I should say I apologize for my absence but I doubt it would've made any difference. No, there's no double meaning or entendre in that sentence so don't bother looking into it. No sarcasm implied.
Mom, I imagine, is incredibly ecstatic. Please hold her off of my case till oh I don't know a couple years minimum. Don't get me wrong, I am happy for her and Sis and all of the uh, people, involved. It's just that I've seen how far she went in Sis's case, and I don't want that for me, thank you. I'm not like her and I don't take lightly people nosing about my personal business, as I've once told Sis.
As for the uh, newcomers, I don't know what to make of um, them, yet.
Amelia advised me against hostility (of course, I'm not a frickin barbarian *roll eyes*) yet I don't think I'll be exactly "welcoming" either. After all, they are strangers.
I suppose settling for 'indifference' is best, considering my character.
Irene agrees. Man, do I ever love them both so much.
I wish they were here right now. I could use a hug or five and snuggle on Irene's lap like a demented feline. I miss her fingers in my hair. She gives the best headpat to ever give.
All the theories and philosophies -no matter how ridiculous or crazy or impossible- Mya and I can discuss at length with. Just for distraction's sake.
The movie nights, most of all.
*sigh*
To be honest, I dreaded at the thought of going home. Would it still feel like home now that there are "unidentifiable people" coming into the house?
It felt like an error in the code. It feels like the place is..well, 'compromised'.
I won't lie. I don't do that anymore.
Not since I met Amelia. Not since 7th August 2014.
Instead, I deflect. I omit. Or easier still, I shut up.
Nobody can force me to speak the things I refuse to voice. Not unless they put me under physical torture and betrayal and I like to think I'm well versed enough in those pages.
These are my personal, deepest thoughts. Sis would think I'm childish, bratty, and selfish for them -as she tends to do whenever I speak up but anyhoo, I am sincere in wishing her happiness. That is my only and ever one concern. Nothing else.
If she is happy, and content, and willing, everything else can fuck itself.
I am happy for her.
I come bearing news.
Congrats to Sis for the engagement. I suppose I should say I apologize for my absence but I doubt it would've made any difference. No, there's no double meaning or entendre in that sentence so don't bother looking into it. No sarcasm implied.
Mom, I imagine, is incredibly ecstatic. Please hold her off of my case till oh I don't know a couple years minimum. Don't get me wrong, I am happy for her and Sis and all of the uh, people, involved. It's just that I've seen how far she went in Sis's case, and I don't want that for me, thank you. I'm not like her and I don't take lightly people nosing about my personal business, as I've once told Sis.
As for the uh, newcomers, I don't know what to make of um, them, yet.
Amelia advised me against hostility (of course, I'm not a frickin barbarian *roll eyes*) yet I don't think I'll be exactly "welcoming" either. After all, they are strangers.
I suppose settling for 'indifference' is best, considering my character.
Irene agrees. Man, do I ever love them both so much.
I wish they were here right now. I could use a hug or five and snuggle on Irene's lap like a demented feline. I miss her fingers in my hair. She gives the best headpat to ever give.
All the theories and philosophies -no matter how ridiculous or crazy or impossible- Mya and I can discuss at length with. Just for distraction's sake.
The movie nights, most of all.
*sigh*
To be honest, I dreaded at the thought of going home. Would it still feel like home now that there are "unidentifiable people" coming into the house?
It felt like an error in the code. It feels like the place is..well, 'compromised'.
I won't lie. I don't do that anymore.
Not since I met Amelia. Not since 7th August 2014.
Instead, I deflect. I omit. Or easier still, I shut up.
Nobody can force me to speak the things I refuse to voice. Not unless they put me under physical torture and betrayal and I like to think I'm well versed enough in those pages.
These are my personal, deepest thoughts. Sis would think I'm childish, bratty, and selfish for them -as she tends to do whenever I speak up but anyhoo, I am sincere in wishing her happiness. That is my only and ever one concern. Nothing else.
If she is happy, and content, and willing, everything else can fuck itself.
I am happy for her.
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