Well ****

[sparksol]

There's nothing quite like the epiphanic feeling of having a bad depressive day, trying to figure out where your life went wrong (again) and having a long stream of thought going back and back as far as you can remember...and realizing after all these years that out of the dozen or so things you wanted to be when you grew up, the only one that wasn't completely fictional was the hermit living in a damp cave.

So remember, and warn the kids: when they tell you you can be anything you want when you grow up: it's a lie. They mean you can grow up to be anything that's a real thing, and they hope you'll be something that'll make a lot of money.

Screw you, reality. I'd still rather be a fictional character.

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[elynne.livejournal.com]

I still have hope for the nerd rapture singularity. Barring that, I hope that there is an afterlife, and that it is what I think it is, because if so, hopefully next time around I'll be able to go home. Where I will need decades (if not centuries) of therapy to deal with the thousand or so years I've spent here...