Which Goddess lurks in your soul?

[luxuria_oceanus]

Which Goddess lurks in your soul?
Hecate
You hold more power in your little finger than most do in their entire being! Hecate is perhaps the most selective of all deities who inhabit the souls of mortals. Being the goddess of the crossroads, Cosmic Knowledge, and of course witches and magic she can’t be bothered by residing in the souls of the

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[sindohrah]

Hecate is made of awesome.

I got Athena. Again. I always get Athena. -_-

[luxuria_oceanus]

Athena isn't bad. I actually thought I'd get Artemis or Hestia, so Hecate surprised me, but I'm content! Especially since the result is not that far from the truth, surprisingly, since, between you and me, I... I don't grieve when people die. I feel bad that others are wrecked by the loss and feel the absence of the person, but I don't really... grieve. Maybe it'll be different when I lose someone really close to me (so far only my mom's best friend who was like my godmother and my sister's half-sister who was like my half-sister too)..

[sindohrah]

IKWYM. I don't grieve much, either. Not when they die, anyways (unless I'm at a funeral, but those are just so damn depressing, and then being slightly empathic and picking up on everyone else's grief...aiii...).

But once you have someone very close to you die, it changes things. My gramps...I coped with his death pretty well. He was old, we didn't talk much, and he had cancer for five years, so it was expected.

But when one of my young, vital, psuedo-aunts died...I still can't believe she's dead. I think of all the time I spent with her and that's what I grieve for most--not that she's dead, but that I can't call her up when I'm feeling down and need some encouragement.

Grief is actually a very selfish thing.

[luxuria_oceanus]

I cried at my sister's half-sister's funeral because my niece started crying, but I couldn't cry at my mom's bestfriend. I was really sad, 'cause I know even now, that the one friend that kept mom from always been bitter had died, but I don't know... I felt she was better off. She had Lupus and had already cheated death by lasting more years than her doctors ever predicted, and she had always been such a happy person, I don't know.

Maybe if someone close to me dies, someone unbelievably close, I'll be a wreck, but I hope to never find out. I don't want to test my emotions that way, though I know one day, they inevitably will be.