While I'm blathering (A question of nature)
So it's not really possible to escape what you are, but how do you KNOW what you are?
What I think I am is absurd and ridiculous and utterly impossible! It's foolish! Idiotic! Childish! Inconsequential!
And yet I secretly love it so much and want it and it makes sense to me more than anything. And I would be miserable without it, and I CAN'T be without it.
But is that real? Just a delusion I've convinced myself of to attain some semblance of identity to this hollow husk I call a life?
Is it just a fiction I desperately want? Or is it somehow inherently real?
Does it matter?
Someone contact reality's manager, because I have SO many complaints.
While I'm blathering (A question of nature)
@Phorm How is being a genie any more ridiculous than anything else we've been asked to swallow in the name of reifying the dominant metanarrative? Politics have become a lethal joke. Companies are offering to mind-control people so they can live in nostalgia cocoons. Moloch is eating itself and will devour all who try to appease it. Giving in to one's own magical nature feels like the least ridiculous thing any of us can do at this point.
While I'm blathering (A question of nature)
@literorrery I know what you're saying is true. It's just that the tendrils of the orthocosm are so tightly wound around my brain than any narrative counter to the dominant one feels impossible. And pursuing anything but the expected line of action and behavior feels like... Cutting myself off from material support in the long run?
In the market place of ideas and metaphysics, I've been shopping at the company store for too long, and the only currency I have is scrip.
While I'm blathering (A question of nature)
@Phorm I've transitioned, made a family, reinvented myself near-completely twice, and I'm still capable of holding down a job and being orthocosmically presentable to the extent I have to keep people fooled as to my inner nature. And I'm not the only one who has. My lived experience is at least evidence that some people can be true to themselves and still survive in the increasingly hostile Outer World. it isn't easy, but it's possible.
While I'm blathering (A question of nature)
@Phorm I can't tell you what to do. I can't _make_ you become the creature of your own fantasy and imagination. I can only say that, if you choose to pursue it, there is a possibility of success.
Ta kya te.