Writings...

[sorcyress]

I have been unusually talkative today, or rather, the thoughtstream has been unusually directed towards the elljay. Which is unusual --normally my day to day wanderings and thinkings are more Elsewhere based. Elsewhere being essentially the elaborate multilayered fanfics of my life. Although, lately it's all been so...mundane. I miss being a healer and fighting demons, or sneaking past the incompetent nazi's on my way to the park. Is this just another part of growing up --leaving the fantasy behind, and replacing it with the multitangled dramas that are interhuman relationships?

If so, I dislike the idea of growing up even more then before. I've been noting for a while now that the fantastical has ebbed from my mind, especially odd when one considers the prominence it used to hold. Rin is fading, and all the magic in the world can't protect her. She's the forgotten doll left behind in the toy box when her owner becomes too old for it.

...Dear gods no. No, no, no, no, NO! This is why I stick to Elsewhere, I don't have to face this sort of thing when I'm trawling it's shores or when I'm fiddling about in the lounge. Especially scary is the fact that this is something I wished upon myself, a fallen moment where I just wanted it all to go away. I could find it for you, I believe I gave it to Gabriel to protect, and he would be only too happy to help me spread my wings outside my walls.

...Fine. Here. Do not let it be said that I don't share my secrets ocassionally. I just need my mood to snap into just the right direction for it.

Ah, kung-fu time. I'll return later, I believe, and post all those thoughts. Or not. We'll see then, that's how life goes for me. And sometimes I really wish it wouldn't.

Love
~Sor
MOOP!

Comments

[jarne.livejournal.com]

M'dear, we need to have a bit of a chat about you leaving your fantasy world behind.

[astaereth.livejournal.com]

Ditto.

As for me, I learned a long time ago that fantasies are useless except as story material. All my daydreams and what-ifs get jotted down and tossed into the (mental or physical) file. What you write down leaves you, kid.

Also: I learned from reading Goosebump-y books as a child that if you don't properly get rid of imaginary friends, they get bitter and come back as evil supernatural beings, and at first you go along with their schemes because you miss them and feel guilty for killing them, and then it turns out they want to get rid of all the real friends you have now, so you have to fight them. And nobody wants that.

I think a good idea might be not just tossing them away, but writing them down. Make stories out of them, whatever, just get them out of your head and onto a piece of paper. There's a difference between just WISHING your fantasies away and properly, respectfully deciding to grow up. Hopefully you can make that decision, or else you'll spend your adult life in a straightjacket.

Love,
-Kyu

[la-vie-cynique.livejournal.com]

*sad smile* You're not the only one who is finding themselves thinking of fantasy as kid stuff these day, luv.

[swingerzetta.livejournal.com]

I can say a bit on growing up
And, do tell me if my occasional bouts of inspirational speaking and advice on small aspects of your thoughtstreams is unwanted, I don't do it for myself. well... not entirely.

So, when I was a kid, I feared growing up. it was something that people did when things like fun and free time weren't priorities. Being an adult meant working, being stressed and unhappy, having adult relationships in which you have Serious Talks, and such things. boring.
Being a kid meant having fun, and being noisy and running around and doing things that are actually woth doing!

And then I became an adult.
responsibility was a function of freedom. if you're free and irresponsible, then things Don't Work.
fun was replaced by Accomplishment. Fun is humorous, now, but doesn't last like Accomplishment does.
In all, growing up was different, but, surprisingly, it was Better then being a kid.

but what you are unhappy about is a certain aspect of the freedom of being a kid that you're beginning to leave behind. I get a sense of loss and sentimentality... Perhaps this "Elsewhere" is not as valuable to you as it was, and you are sad because you don't want to loose something you love.
Consider that if "Elsewhere" ended (I assume this is what we're talking about?) then it wouldn't be gone, it would be over. You'll always remember it, and always enjoy those memories. All thats changed is that you are not making new memories.
It will always be a part of you.