Cassandra Vole

Cassandra Vole

She is so weird. At one point, she is bullying my friends. At another point, she is helping me pick a new suit of clothes.

I'd still be her hound though ...

"You never complain about Stone Soup."

"I like Stone Soup," said the cow. "Stone Soup is an honest con. We get a meal, everyone thinks they've seen a little bit of magic, you sell the stone for a little bit of pocket money, you pick up another stone at the next town. Everyone gets something."

"And if I remember right, you were the one who suggested we steal the magic beans."

"That wasn't stealing, that was a legitimate trade."

"A legitimate trade for a talking cow that disappeared by morning?"

"He didn't even lock the barn! How is that my fault?" She huffed and laid her head onto her forelimbs. The stalk of grass in her lips wobbled with her scowl. "Old fool never knew what he had."

Jack hummed. He craned forward to get a better look into the tiny, cracked glass, pulled gently at the corner of his eye and delicately dabbed the makeup brush.

"My point is," said the cow, "this all seems rather - cruel."

Jack turned. One half of his face was magnificently painted in faerie shades of blues and violets. The other half was just confused. "What on earth are you talking about?"

"For gods' sake, Jack, this is a perfectly innocent girl who you plan on humiliating in front of the royal court."

"How would she be humiliated? As far as she'll know, she'll have a lovely time at a lovely ball in a lovely ballgown."

"You don't have a lovely ballgown!"

"Well I can't afford a ballgown, now can I?!"

"So you're going to make her waltz in her fucking underclothes?!"

He took a dramatic breath. "Look," he said, brandishing the makeup brush. "If it worked on the fucking emperor, it'll work on a fucking scullery maid. If she gets told by a fairy that she's wearing a fairy dress that can only be seen by intelligent people, she is going to believe like hell that she's wearing the very image of sartorial extravaganza."

The brush was masterfully twiddled. "And when everyone else finds out that she's wearing a fairy dress that can only be seen by intelligent people, there won't be a single person in that room who would dare to disagree."

The cow shook her head. "I don't know, Jack," she sighed. "I just don't know."

"It'll be fine," Jack said, turning back to the tiny glass and bringing a deft hand again on the canvas. "Trust me. How did you do finding the slippers?"

"Couldn't find crystal," said the cow. "Best I could get were a glass set from an elf down at the cobbler's."

Jack hummed. "Well, they shouldn't be that important. Nobody will look too closely at her shoes."

no one knows what you’re going through. only you know. so don’t use broad labels other people would use on you to describe yourself or your behaviour. don’t call yourself a bad friend when you know you haven’t had energy lately. don’t call yourself a bad or unworthy person if you know you’re been trying to heal but made some mistakes in the process. don’t call yourself dumb because you’re struggling on understanding a topic you’ve never touched before. don’t say you’re unlovable when you know you get attached quickly to people who are wrong for you and then they inevitably leave. don’t give judgement on yourself without trying to understand your own perspective. trying to understand yourself and being empathetic towards yourself is what will help you become a better person. step into your own shoes rather than see yourself from the perspective of others.

promise me you'll stay on this site for 10 more years okay?

The devil's greatest trick is tricking humans into believing they could tell good from evil without God's moral compass.

people be saying how having low/no empathy doesnt make you evil (which thats true, it doesnt. nor does it make you a bad person at all really) but what if i AM evil?? not because i have low empathy but like. just in general

What stops the poor man from underestimating the problems of the wealthy man?

Is the poor man thus ... privileged?

Stating that someone is 'speaking from a position of privilege' is still a dismissal of a person's problems, and dehumanizing as well. A person's wealth should not color the fact that a person is dealing with serious problems of their own.

All it means when people say “you’re speaking from a place of privilege” is that you’re likely to underestimate how bad the problem is by default because you are never personally exposed to that problem. It’s not a moral judgement of how difficult your life is.