March

[wretchedgrin]

Spring rolls in, and thus the deities have to scramble to find some lovely seasonal curses to turn us all upside down. Of course, this month was rather tame. Some golden oldies, alongside a "school days" curse that apparently has been around its fair share of times before.

Once again, we traipse through the past, sad as it is, useless as it is.

Comments

[ninefingered]

I am curious about your unique perspective, sir.

[wretchedgrin]

The short of it is: I have many days where I'm not quite myself.

In fact, it's practically a daily occurrence.

[ninefingered]

It is hard to be sure whether one is still oneself every morning one wakes up.

[wretchedgrin]

This sounds like a man who's long since dealt with these thoughts!

[ninefingered]

I have not thought about it much.

[wretchedgrin]

Hmm. Now, I'm either mistaken or you're a man of peculiar circumstances.

[ninefingered]

Peculiar? No, I do not think so.

[wretchedgrin]

Evasive, hmh? So it goes. But these sorts of things are not so difficult to pick up on.

[ninefingered]

It is never so clear. Identities, I mean.

[wretchedgrin]

Never, never. That's why you make the best of whoever you may be at any given time.

[ninefingered]

Have you ever found yourself someone you don't particularly like?

[wretchedgrin]

... What a funny question.

The dislike only lasted for the briefest of moments.

[ninefingered]

Because one will always like oneself?

[wretchedgrin]

Oh, goodness, no. Whoever tells you that is full of it. No, the real secret is that you'll always tolerate a self that you can take advantage of.