Heritage
Dear Musashi,
You know what's annoying as all hell? Going back and reading things you've written and discovering that you wrote the wrong word or made a typo. That's annoying. Like last entry, when I said there were only the "two" options. That makes no sense. There were only the "four" FOUR Damnit, four options.
And I was re-reading Himitsu Gaiden today, and found that I wrote "lust" when I meant to write "disgust" - don't even ask me how I did that. And given the context of the word switch, it makes a pretty damn big difference. Not to mention, confused the situation as all hell. Damn.
But anyway.
I started a new journal today! I'm so happy! Mostly, happy because I actually finished that one. That makes two journals, count them, TWO that I've finished since "It" happened. I'm pleased. That means I'm healing.
That also means that I'm currently keeping four different journals that I update more or less with some frequency. Some more less than others. Ha ha. I'm actually updating in all of them though, my onlines and my papers, even though it's not often. I like writing. All though frankly, I doubt think my life is interesting enough to keep four journals. Maybe I'm just full of myself. Yeah. That's it.
Anyway, what I wanted to go into last time was Heritage.
My On-ni likes the theory that "magic" and other such abilites are inherited. I personally always believed that power was something that came from the soul, not the bloodline, but I will acquiece to the fact that some bloodlines seem to have a history of talented people.
We've (On-ni and I) always believed that both our parents have some degree of power. How much is a different matter.
My dad likes talking about the ghosts that lived in this one house, and always points out that mom saw them as well.
I don't see ghosts. My Sight is pretty piss poor pitiful. (Oooh, the alliteration). I don't see auras either, which dad seems to possess. (I'm apparently psychic, which you would think means I have Sight, but nooo).
It was funny though, that as much as mom claims to hate superstition and the occult, and that dad always seems the more pagan, that mom appears to be the one more hmm, "powerful" so to speak.
(Or maybe dad just hides it better. I'm inclined to believe that easily. He has lot's of secrets).
Because I know mom's psychic. In fact, she probably has similar abilites that I do. Which makes sense, because whatever On-ni's got she definately got it from dad's side of the family, so it given the way our family is it only makes sense I get what I have from my mom.
And man, you try spending a lot of alone time growing up with a psychic mother. It's no wonder I suck at lying.
But what got me thinking about all of this (in my usual long winded way of getting to The Point) is that it's funny that as much as mom denies all this, she's the one who's more readily to accept- hmmm. I'll just get into what happened.
Dad was talking about Mom's Ahp-bah, because all of her side of the family is convinced the poor man has Alzhemiers. Dad (and I agree with him) tend to be of the opinion that he is more depressed then he is senile. And I was trying to explain to dad that one of the reasons why *I* believed the man to be sane is the fact that he doesn't feel like he has Alzhemers. I've been around someone who definately does, even when she wasn't behaving in such a way, so somehow I got it in my head that there's a certain feel to it.
But dad went right ahead with his own ideas as to why he's not sick instead of paying attention to what I said (mostly because I think he's kept this inside for a very long time and wanted to say it to somebody. I swear, when my parents drive me to places it's like their own personal confessional. Or therapy. Or person to rant to. Whatever).
And then when I got into the same conversation with mom it went something like this:
"You know mom, I don't think he has Alzhemers. I've been around someone who has Alzhemer's and there's a difference. It's something you can-"
"Something you feel?"
"Yeah. *surprised* exactly"
I haven't been around any of my mom's relatives long enough to figure out if they have anything. Well, Jisu talks about that thing he has with fortune cookies. I think that could be something. But other then that, don't know of anything.
All the sisters are good at creating things. Almost like the muses. Mom's is domestic stuff, like gardening and baking. The others have art, or flower cards, or origami. It's kind of neat.
But yeah. I'm digressing. Dad's side though.
So it makes me wonder who has what in their family. Or not at all. Like I said, I'm convinced it's a soul thing, that sometimes convieniently manifests in blood.
I just like thinking about my heriage every now and then. Where I come from. It's mom and dad's anniversery today. I like hearing about how they met. It's cute. Especially when you stop and think about all the series of happenstances that worked into them meeting. I like thinking it was fate.
I mean, come on, I had to be born, right?
*grins*
kwishin.
You know what's annoying as all hell? Going back and reading things you've written and discovering that you wrote the wrong word or made a typo. That's annoying. Like last entry, when I said there were only the "two" options. That makes no sense. There were only the "four" FOUR Damnit, four options.
And I was re-reading Himitsu Gaiden today, and found that I wrote "lust" when I meant to write "disgust" - don't even ask me how I did that. And given the context of the word switch, it makes a pretty damn big difference. Not to mention, confused the situation as all hell. Damn.
But anyway.
I started a new journal today! I'm so happy! Mostly, happy because I actually finished that one. That makes two journals, count them, TWO that I've finished since "It" happened. I'm pleased. That means I'm healing.
That also means that I'm currently keeping four different journals that I update more or less with some frequency. Some more less than others. Ha ha. I'm actually updating in all of them though, my onlines and my papers, even though it's not often. I like writing. All though frankly, I doubt think my life is interesting enough to keep four journals. Maybe I'm just full of myself. Yeah. That's it.
Anyway, what I wanted to go into last time was Heritage.
My On-ni likes the theory that "magic" and other such abilites are inherited. I personally always believed that power was something that came from the soul, not the bloodline, but I will acquiece to the fact that some bloodlines seem to have a history of talented people.
We've (On-ni and I) always believed that both our parents have some degree of power. How much is a different matter.
My dad likes talking about the ghosts that lived in this one house, and always points out that mom saw them as well.
I don't see ghosts. My Sight is pretty piss poor pitiful. (Oooh, the alliteration). I don't see auras either, which dad seems to possess. (I'm apparently psychic, which you would think means I have Sight, but nooo).
It was funny though, that as much as mom claims to hate superstition and the occult, and that dad always seems the more pagan, that mom appears to be the one more hmm, "powerful" so to speak.
(Or maybe dad just hides it better. I'm inclined to believe that easily. He has lot's of secrets).
Because I know mom's psychic. In fact, she probably has similar abilites that I do. Which makes sense, because whatever On-ni's got she definately got it from dad's side of the family, so it given the way our family is it only makes sense I get what I have from my mom.
And man, you try spending a lot of alone time growing up with a psychic mother. It's no wonder I suck at lying.
But what got me thinking about all of this (in my usual long winded way of getting to The Point) is that it's funny that as much as mom denies all this, she's the one who's more readily to accept- hmmm. I'll just get into what happened.
Dad was talking about Mom's Ahp-bah, because all of her side of the family is convinced the poor man has Alzhemiers. Dad (and I agree with him) tend to be of the opinion that he is more depressed then he is senile. And I was trying to explain to dad that one of the reasons why *I* believed the man to be sane is the fact that he doesn't feel like he has Alzhemers. I've been around someone who definately does, even when she wasn't behaving in such a way, so somehow I got it in my head that there's a certain feel to it.
But dad went right ahead with his own ideas as to why he's not sick instead of paying attention to what I said (mostly because I think he's kept this inside for a very long time and wanted to say it to somebody. I swear, when my parents drive me to places it's like their own personal confessional. Or therapy. Or person to rant to. Whatever).
And then when I got into the same conversation with mom it went something like this:
"You know mom, I don't think he has Alzhemers. I've been around someone who has Alzhemer's and there's a difference. It's something you can-"
"Something you feel?"
"Yeah. *surprised* exactly"
I haven't been around any of my mom's relatives long enough to figure out if they have anything. Well, Jisu talks about that thing he has with fortune cookies. I think that could be something. But other then that, don't know of anything.
All the sisters are good at creating things. Almost like the muses. Mom's is domestic stuff, like gardening and baking. The others have art, or flower cards, or origami. It's kind of neat.
But yeah. I'm digressing. Dad's side though.
So it makes me wonder who has what in their family. Or not at all. Like I said, I'm convinced it's a soul thing, that sometimes convieniently manifests in blood.
I just like thinking about my heriage every now and then. Where I come from. It's mom and dad's anniversery today. I like hearing about how they met. It's cute. Especially when you stop and think about all the series of happenstances that worked into them meeting. I like thinking it was fate.
I mean, come on, I had to be born, right?
*grins*
kwishin.