Cloniversary. Decade-style!
Jan. 30th, 2014 11:07 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
So, ten years ago, my clone became my clone.
Time is such a weird funny thing, because in December, I quietly acknowledged that I'd had my livejournal for a decade and that was freaking me out because ten years is so long, and weird, and who was I before I had a journal, it's like I didn't even exist!
And now we are a month later, and it is the tenth anniversary of being in a silly little chatroom and him making a dumb joke --are you that clone that got loose a few years ago?-- and it's not weird at all. Of course mek and I have been clones for ten years, that's how time _works_. He is my clone and I am his and we are ours and it is wonderful.
Because mek is the one who is quietly there for me, no matter what's going on in life, no matter how often we've gotten to talk lately, no matter the other distractions. And I can only hope and pray that I do the same for him, that I can just be a reliable presence, a reminder that the world has wonder and joy in it, and we are lucky enough to have captured that joy.
(We will celebrate tomorrow with a nice long Skypedate, and watching loads of Elementary. Is good.)
Having a livejournal for ten years is mindblowing. What do you mean this project has been this sustained for this long? How did I ever keep this up!? This is not like me!
Having a clone for ten years is perfect and inevitable. Neither of us thought of ourselves as making a commitment on that day, when we decided our similarities were close enough to transcend the label of mere friendship. I find it far more romantic, and impressive, the way it actually worked out. Anyone can say they'll always be there. I find it far more impressive that we actually manage it.
So mek, my love, my dearest, my clone and joy and boyfriend and partner. You make me want to be better, you encourage my creative juices, you slap down my neuroses, you support my weirdness. I would not be half the storyteller without you --both because of how you make me want to write, and because of how our lives have entwined to create something more unreal than fiction. I wouldn't be half the person I am without your damnable blesséd influence.
Also, I mean, your butt is really great, can I touch it?
~Sor
MOOP!
Time is such a weird funny thing, because in December, I quietly acknowledged that I'd had my livejournal for a decade and that was freaking me out because ten years is so long, and weird, and who was I before I had a journal, it's like I didn't even exist!
And now we are a month later, and it is the tenth anniversary of being in a silly little chatroom and him making a dumb joke --are you that clone that got loose a few years ago?-- and it's not weird at all. Of course mek and I have been clones for ten years, that's how time _works_. He is my clone and I am his and we are ours and it is wonderful.
Because mek is the one who is quietly there for me, no matter what's going on in life, no matter how often we've gotten to talk lately, no matter the other distractions. And I can only hope and pray that I do the same for him, that I can just be a reliable presence, a reminder that the world has wonder and joy in it, and we are lucky enough to have captured that joy.
(We will celebrate tomorrow with a nice long Skypedate, and watching loads of Elementary. Is good.)
Having a livejournal for ten years is mindblowing. What do you mean this project has been this sustained for this long? How did I ever keep this up!? This is not like me!
Having a clone for ten years is perfect and inevitable. Neither of us thought of ourselves as making a commitment on that day, when we decided our similarities were close enough to transcend the label of mere friendship. I find it far more romantic, and impressive, the way it actually worked out. Anyone can say they'll always be there. I find it far more impressive that we actually manage it.
So mek, my love, my dearest, my clone and joy and boyfriend and partner. You make me want to be better, you encourage my creative juices, you slap down my neuroses, you support my weirdness. I would not be half the storyteller without you --both because of how you make me want to write, and because of how our lives have entwined to create something more unreal than fiction. I wouldn't be half the person I am without your damnable blesséd influence.
Also, I mean, your butt is really great, can I touch it?
~Sor
MOOP!
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on 2014-01-31 02:54 pm (UTC)Your clone really is the best and not only to you. Why, just the other day, he pulled me out of a funk (and it wasn't just the Usual Harena Whiny Winter Funk, either. I was a Mess)(I daresay he probly had no idea that I was as badly off as I was.)(But then again, maybe he did.)(He'd be that awesome.)('Course him talking to me at all helps)(But Still) and got me feeling much better. And with his prodding, I actually started up HabitRPG and it's been a huge help.
Soyar, Awesome Clone is Awesome ^_^
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on 2014-02-06 11:55 pm (UTC)My clone is so so great. <3
~Sor
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on 2014-02-07 10:17 am (UTC)no subject
on 2014-01-31 07:32 am (UTC)except for this year, because ten is such a thing. I don't know, it just feels like such a Marker or something. A decade. We've been clones for so long there's a word for it.
I have said it before, but I thank the Universe and/or the powers that be so very often for conspiring to introduce us. So much could have gone wrong, at so many different points -- and yet, here we are. We did meet, and we did talk constantly, and we did stick together when talking constantly wasn't possible. And we haven't drifted away and, well, if I have my say we're never going to.
Isn't it amazing how little we argue? Isn't it amazing how seldom we've hurt each other? Comes with being clones, I suppose. But still, we have a heck of a great track record after ten years.
You are a rock in a wild sea, and a wind that encourages adventure, and I could not ask for better.
Oh, and of course you can touch my butt.
(Also if I can sidetrack for just a moment, "you make me want to write" [enthusiastic joydancing])
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on 2014-02-07 12:14 am (UTC)I mean, I don't really know who or what I was before about 2003, because fuck middle school and also fuck the time before I had a really reliable log of my thoughts to immortalize myself, so yeah, there's a pretty valid attempt to be made at the "no really, there wasn't a time before cloneness".
Oh, and of course you can touch my butt.
Yay!
[enthusiastic joydancing]
I mean, I have written more per day on the last couple visits I've had to Caliland, than all the time around that. I still write, but I don't feel the same kind of driven like I do when I'm in your immediate presence.
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on 2014-02-01 12:17 pm (UTC)no subject
on 2014-02-02 04:22 pm (UTC)