irony, as it were

Right. This is basically because I wanted to post and I wanted to show off my most recent icon, and killing two birds with one stone is always a neat idea.

Yay, yay.

Y'know, it really didn't even occur to me until sometime last year that not everyone knows what, or who, Cthulhu is. I myself knew it/him long before I knew anything about the guy, due to growing up in the realm known as Saiensfikshon (science fiction), and I guess, in my childish way, I assumed everyone else would know too. I mean, come on! Cthulhu!

Anyway. Cthulhu is the Lovecraftian equivalent of the being that will bring about the end of the world. It's a giant creature, older than old, more powerful even than any of the Elder Gods, and thankfully sealed away looooooong ago. And if Cthulhu doesn't ring a bell, and Lovecraft doesn't either, how about Necronomicon? I'm not sure, but I think that's the way to summon him. It. Anyway. It's almost always by accident, too, but that's what you get for messing around with evil books.

Cthulhu is a giant creature, as I said, that's a sort of amalgamation of human, dragon, and octopus. It/he is so hideous, his mere presence causes madness. Not pleasant.

Anyway, this icon is brought to you by the Commission for the Bright Side of Everything. And me.

careful inversion

It's a lot easier to grow apart than to grow together. It's also a lot easier to let go when you're the one leaving others behind. You want to be the one making casual promises to remember, not the one asking for them.

So why do we try for bonds in something as transitory as a four-year school? Because the human is not a solitary animal. And, though it may be more obvious for some than for others, it's really everyone that moves on, even if they don't move away. After all, I'm looking towards making this same transitory four-year school my home, and there's a lot of goodbyes involved in that. And maybe they'll remember me, and maybe they won't, but what does that matter? I won't remember them either.

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I'm sitting here feeling mildly impressed for just having managed to talk myself out of what promised to be the first major fit of depression I've had since I realized what I'd been letting a pair of jerks (and worse) do to me. I've a strong family history of both depression and bipolar disorder, so maybe it's not as impressive as it seems. Still, the threatened cloud has passed away (was that a quote?) and all I need is for my homework to be done, a nice book to read, and someone to give me a hug to be really happy at this moment.