Me, Very Much Aromantic: It Would Be Awesome To Be One Of The Hunters Of Artemis.

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—

The depth of emotion fantasy can invoke is sometimes overwhelming, especially when coupled with a good soundtrack. Love and hate and fear and peace, longing and comfort, shame and pride, pain and satisfaction, to know it so profoundly through the eyes of words or colors weaved into lies is to know humanity. You’re in physical pain, aching for a world that doesn’t exist, a home you’ve never seen, and a life you’ve never lived. You tremble when something goes horribly wrong, and gasp when something goes amazingly right. You squeal when a relationship works because you know and love them and you know they’ll make each other happy.

They’re not real. They can never exist. But to watch a situation fall apart makes you sob until your core feels empty and you want to curl up and pray that things will be alright. And then to finally feel that victory makes you cry in joy and relief, makes you fall over and laugh as you hug the book close to your chest or clutch the edge of the computer as you lay there for a while to just exist and know what it is to live.

And months later, when you pick it up once more, you can fall in love all over again.

How cool is that?

This Valentine’s Day we all need an inspiring rival who we share values and insane competitive tension with. There should be services for acquiring a nice glamorous nemesis, just saying. I am deprived. 

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 jaw sounds like rice krispies every time I open my mouth, but only on the left.

I got bored of a story I was writing so I started playing around with the roles and it made me realise that the characters had never respected the guy that was originally their leader. They liked him, but he was a child to them. And like I had never realised they thought of him that way but everything I wrote them into always led to that conclusion. It made me kind of sad, but I’m the one who did it, so now I can go back and change his character so they respect him more.