Another Evidence To Add To My List Of Evidences That I Am, In Fact, Aro:

Another evidence to add to my list of evidences that I am, in fact, aro:

When I was younger, I thought I had a crush on a guy in my school, and one day he saw me sitting with another guy at lunch. Before our next class started, he came up to ask who the other guy was. I had wondered if he was feeling jealous, but I just said, “Oh that was my friend. Why do you ask?”

“It’s just that big brother instinct kicking in.”

And I was like “oh Okay” and it was the most hilarious thing to me that I had just gotten family-zoned. I was laughing about it all afternoon, but when I told my friends, they were all “oh no I’m so sorry!” and I was like it literally doesn’t matter?? why are you pitying me??????

My brother told me he knows my Tumblr and all my other accounts because I use the same username each time, so Big Bro, if you’re reading this:

NERD

Me, very much aromantic: It would be awesome to be one of the hunters of Artemis.

Coworker: But then you’d never be able to get married and have kids!

Me:

Coworker:

Me: IT WOULD BE AWESOME TO BE—

Miss Privet is such a savage, Dame Devin asked her for a proper introduction and all she said was “Students, Dame Devin” and walked off. What a queen.

Sometimes I get the sudden urge to reread a series from when I was younger and sometimes the book is not immediately available to me so by the time I get the books the feeling is gone and I no longer feel nostalgic and so I don’t reread the books.

I cried today at work.

There was a girl who was kind of a new coworker, and I complimented her voice. She was shocked, and thanked me profusely, and told me that she is very insecure about her voice and that it meant a lot to her that I liked it. She said that just yesterday she had been feeling down because of how much she disliked it.

I didn’t cry a lot, but my eyes got watery and a few tears leaked out. I was devastated that she didn’t like her own voice, because I adored it so much and it hurt that she didn’t see the beauty in it. But mostly I cried because of how sincerely she thanked me, and it felt so good to be able to lift her spirits at least a little bit. As I walked away and continued my work, it dawned on me for the first time in my life that perhaps I really am useful, and that I am a good person.

If all I have accomplished by the end of my life is complimenting her, then her reaction alone makes my life worth it.