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AAAAASUUUUUUMAAAAAA!!!!!!NOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!
Someone please explain to me Kishimoto's reasons for his course of action because there's no excuse for doing what he did!!!!! *bawls*
.... My sister spoiled this some time ago. I don't know whether to be thankful for the heads up or not....
Daaaaaaad /whine
Well, I was holding out on posting with the intention of showcasing my spare time in images but, sadly, dad hasn't chipped in with what I need to accomplish that. Frustratingly it rubs off on my eagerness to continue working on .... stuff.
Good thing Allmorpho tagged me. It gives me the incentive to post something for my adoring friends to read :3
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-What's your full name?
Mimmi Silliastrious, Daughter of Garfield.
-What's your favorite color?
The Spectrum ^_^
-What do you hate most?
Condescendence. Unwarranted and unnecessary spite/malice. Hopelessness.
-What do you love most?
The sensation or energy rushing through every cell in my body and overflowing with positive vibes.
-What are your favorite creatures?
Muppets. Wererabbits.
-Do you watch cartoons?
Hm, nope. Not these days.
-What's the dumbest thing you've ever done?
Ignored my intuition regarding a specific time in my life. Bad things happen every time I do that but in this one particular instance it really cut me deep.
-Wow, you're pretty stupid...
._.
-Which one of your characters do you like most?
Grandpa Don.
-Which one would you trash?
I trash all of them :-)
-What would you do if someone stole your work?
Feel incredibly dumbfounded and violated, then throw myself into a crusade for justice!
-What are your views on online dating?
*cringe cough groan* Let's not touch on that.
-What kind of people do you like?
Open, strong (and even more so if they're not afraid to be weak), loving and intelligent people.
-Would you still be nice to a boring deviant or otakuian?
That could just as well be me that you brought up so of course I would be >.>
-What would you do if someone flamed you?
Blink in wonderment, figure out how it originated and take it from there.
Character time
-Hi
Hey.
- 0____o What's your name?
Richard Grahm.
-How old are you?
20.
-Are you male or female?
Male.
-If you had to chose just one place to live for the rest of your life, where would it be?
Wherever peace of mind can be found. Or maybe the French countryside.
-How creative do you think your human/creator is?
Well, she's very creative in spirit and has a great support group in her family/friends and sometimes that allows her to momentarily lose sight of all the insecurities folding in on her in regards to artistic endeavors. But she tends to play music really loud some times and--- That last bit is totally unrelated to the question? Oh…
-Could you describe your personality to us?
It's kinda hard to objectively paint a picture of oneself…. You tend to inadvertently take into account how others perceive you, whether or not it has any truth, how it matches up to your own conclusions and where the authentic self places in all of that. Usually you end up with a skewed version of what might not be really you at all.
-Hmm...Interesting...tell me your life story, if you don't mind.
Heh, maybe some other time. It's a bit premature to embark on a narrative journey of my life at this age.
-Good or Evil?
Uh… Heh. I'm human so both sides are present in me. Though I'd like to think there's more good than bad to me.
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Edit: Squeegiggles @ Allamorph. Will take care of tagging, dahling *smooch*
You will drown alone in the vast sea of excrement that your sad existence exudes
Aunt A, what you're about to read are my thoughts, written with my words.
I understand that you're hurting in the midst of mourning your father. But I will never accept that as a valid reason for your repeated lashing out at mom these past weeks. What truly sunk the boat was when you attacked mom while talking to me on the phone, the first time we'd spoken in well over 10 years, less than a day before we were due to visit the memorial site together to say our goodbyes to grandpa. It was devastatingly insulting to hear you praise my efforts to reach out to him in the 4 letters I sent as a very young child while at the same time question how mom could feel any love for him if she hadn't had any contact with him in 20 years.
- 20 years ago my grandfather called, drunk as always, telling mom he'd never loved her. Dad told him to never call us again if he was drunk and that was the last we heard from him. -
You refused to recognize that a daughter can love her father even though he pushes her away, spreads lies about her to strangers who then call and yell at her, who says he'd run her over with a car, just because you would never love someone who did that.
When I said "there are people who are well and beyond evil but still have people who love them greatly" you twisted my words and wondered how mom could have had such great love for grandpa when I said she felt love for him. I never said she loved him dearly, but rather in a way you sometimes can't escape because it's somehow ingrained into the very soul.
Over and over and over again you questioned mom's love, admonished her for not contacting grandpa, spewed your bitter acid over her feelings, and then you had the gall to wonder why she wouldn't share her grief with you. You, who denies her the grieving she's going through, you, who raises quarrel after quarrel , you, who sow seeds of discord in abundance between mom and grandma.
- Mom talked to grandma and was surprised to hear she wanted to attend the memorial, especially considering how profoundly and frequently she expressed hateful words about him, and figured that she's said her goodbyes when they divorced and went their separate ways. Grandma then talked about this with Aunt A who decided it was the most cruel thing mom could ever have said, after which they agreed that it was an extremely offensive action on mom's part. Aunt A called mom and exclaimed that grandma was extraordinarily hurt by mom's apparent accusation of grandma not having any love for grandpa and that mom had banned grandma from the memorial. Quickly following this she sent off a barrage of accusations and allegations regarding things from the distant past. Mom explained that she never meant it like that (nor had she said grandma shouldn't go to the memorial) and that her mind had been less focused since grandpa's death so she didn't think about any possible effect her surprise could've had. Not even after hearing that mom grieved too, despite the horrible relationship with grandpa, did she relent in her bitterness. Somehow they ended the conversation, mom phoned grandma in tears and apologized for unintentionally hurting her.
During all this mom never raised her voice or fired back any ammunition in terms of the injustices and hardship they've put her through over the years. -
You deeply disappoint me.
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After that phone call with Aunt A I was shaking violently with anger, tears pushing out of my eyes, my body clenching into a tight bundle of mass that left me unable to breathe. All these years I've seen how mom's reacted to their vial treatment, which angered me enough, but I was dangerously close to blowing apart all the mental barriers which contain my volatile rage and retaliate vehemently against them.
Thankfully for mom we never had to confront see them the following day because Aunt A decided in the wake of our talk that she couldn't accept how mom felt/dealt in regards to grandpa and said it'd be better if our families went on separate occasions.
So my family had our own memorial. Bought some flowers, left a card with a personal message from mom, and said goodbye to a man whom mom grieved as the father she never had. We did it quietly, respectfully, and dignified.
My boiling feelings lingered as mom tried to recover from this most recent ordeal. I thought of writing Aunt A a letter, similar to what you've read here, but realized the futility in doing so. That woman will never understand, never acknowledge anything beyond what she's decided to be law. Thought most importantly ... it won't make mom suffer less.
I'll back away from the fight. For mom's sake. I'll take the high road. Because I love mom. I will focus my energy towards positivity. And I will stand strongly by mom's side. Always.
Every day I love you more and more
I'm totally beat after psycho family drama, just a few hours of sleep last night, most of today spent in traffic and facing an early wake-up call tomorrow for a 7-hour work day. But I feel ok.
Once I'm caught up on my rest you'll be updated on "Mimmi's astonishingly amazing progress in self-restrain" and (one of millionz of reasons) why your friendship is so incredibly dear to me.
