Life in the Hermaverse
Because let's face it, this is where I live. I haven't been in the normal mundane universe with the rest of the human race for a while now.
I've said it before and I'll say it again. Being god owned is when the god is no longer the center of your world but when you have been absorbed into theirs.
That was so much more true than I would have thought when I first said it. Man, does he own my ass. My world is his world and he runs my life, moves me around like a chess piece through the maze he's constructed to get to the prize he's left me at the end.
I have now had two major revelations dropped on my head within the last month and a half/; one directly related to my relationship with him (one I'm not quite ready yet to discuss in filters let alone openly), the second more recent one something that he set up and has been deeply involved in getting into the open
Both of these events I now realize have been proceeded by months and months of foreshadowing through odd random events and other people's passing comments. Especially the second one, but it might just seem that way because there is another person involved and we have two brains to think back and remember stuff the other might have forgotten.
According to the laws of the Hermaverse, homeless people know all. I am so plagued by prophetic homeless people, one of these days I'll finally remember that if a homeless person says it I should probably pay attention because its probably true.
And that's just one example.
And its not always just outside people either. There's something I was getting angry about, happened twice and even though I thought I had a reason for it all, it seems so irrational now. However, my irrational anger brought the situation to a head, since Hermes' efforts in the other direction weren't exactly working.
There is something mildly aggravating about realizing you've been lead around by the nose, even if the end result is something that you like and appreciate. You want to say thanks for everything, but you kind of want to strangle him, too.
Makes you wonder what else he has in the works for you.
I'm really not the kind of person to make a big deal out of things, and thankfully the feeling is mutual. Hence why there have been no big announcements and just a few people outright told (mostly just family).
But I am not single anymore (so sorry, drunken homeless weirdos :-P).
I've said it before and I'll say it again. Being god owned is when the god is no longer the center of your world but when you have been absorbed into theirs.
That was so much more true than I would have thought when I first said it. Man, does he own my ass. My world is his world and he runs my life, moves me around like a chess piece through the maze he's constructed to get to the prize he's left me at the end.
I have now had two major revelations dropped on my head within the last month and a half/; one directly related to my relationship with him (one I'm not quite ready yet to discuss in filters let alone openly), the second more recent one something that he set up and has been deeply involved in getting into the open
Both of these events I now realize have been proceeded by months and months of foreshadowing through odd random events and other people's passing comments. Especially the second one, but it might just seem that way because there is another person involved and we have two brains to think back and remember stuff the other might have forgotten.
According to the laws of the Hermaverse, homeless people know all. I am so plagued by prophetic homeless people, one of these days I'll finally remember that if a homeless person says it I should probably pay attention because its probably true.
And that's just one example.
And its not always just outside people either. There's something I was getting angry about, happened twice and even though I thought I had a reason for it all, it seems so irrational now. However, my irrational anger brought the situation to a head, since Hermes' efforts in the other direction weren't exactly working.
There is something mildly aggravating about realizing you've been lead around by the nose, even if the end result is something that you like and appreciate. You want to say thanks for everything, but you kind of want to strangle him, too.
Makes you wonder what else he has in the works for you.
I'm really not the kind of person to make a big deal out of things, and thankfully the feeling is mutual. Hence why there have been no big announcements and just a few people outright told (mostly just family).
But I am not single anymore (so sorry, drunken homeless weirdos :-P).