I’m the most miserable girl in the world frr 😂😂😂 why this is happening to me…. So I have an ex bf, we haven’t been together for like two years now… we broke up side we had the shores relation ever, he was cheating on me, I cheated on him, we didn’t trust each other, we’d fight everyday, among other things I don’t like to remember for my own sanity…. (And btw we ended up really bad because he became a fucking psycho, he didn’t wanted to break up with me, he harassed me for the longest time, insulted me, he wished my own death, etc) His ass was so broke and he refused to work that we would always stay at my home and when we went out was because I was paying for everything LMAO (I don’t like to remember all of this because it’s so embarrassing ngl)
I don’t fuck with this man anymore, like I don’t hate him or anything, I don’t care about his life at all. He keeps reaching me and trying to be friends but I don’t want lol not after all the shit he did to me at the end. I still answer his texts sometimes but anything crazy. But as I said he’s not my friend, I don’t fuck with him.
He’s been dealing with depression and shit since I’ve know him (so am I, but ofc he’s not part of my life anymore, I don’t tell him anything about how I feel or anything) but he keeps reaching me out to tell me how he’s depressed and how he’s gonna end up his life (he’s been saying that since we broke 2 years ago) lol and he keeps coming to me for advice and shit and I treat him like I don’t care about what he’s struggling because he needs to find ppl in his life that supports him. Not me.
TODAAAYYY HE ASKED ME TO PAY HIS THERAPY SESSIONS LMAOO WTF DUDEEE I’m so fucking mad right know, likeee, he never did anything good for me, hi never paid anything for me, not even a meal. But he always had money for his games, but never for his relationship. He treated me like shit, threatened me, insulted me, cheated on me, gave me the most traumatic relationship I’ve ever had and nowww his deadass came to ask me for some money for his therapy? What the fuck is wrong with this dude, bfrrr 💀💀💀💀💀 I feel so stupid right know because it’s like, I’m such a good person that someone like him thinks that can come and ask me for something like this?? I don’t know what to think anymore…
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have seen a fair amount of meta in the last little while that interprets the isolated maidens of the present day as corruptions of the original “team of four” maidens and. lord.
They spent several more months in one another’s company, but the wizard knew that their time together was running out. The days grew shorter and cooler, until one day, the maidens announced that it was time for them to continue their journeys.
“Journeys? Are you not traveling together?” the wizard asked. He didn’t dare voice the hope he had hidden in his heart: that they would decide to stay with him, or invite him to join them as they ventured out into the world.
“Our paths lead us in different directions,” Winter said. “To the four corners of Remnant. But we are grateful to you for providing us with a much-needed break and hospitality.”
…the original four maidens, in the traditional telling of the tale, were sisters but not a team. they traveled alone, separately from each other, happened to cross paths and stay a while with the wizard, and then separated again. they didn’t even leave together! they leave one by one, and when the last of them is gone, the wizard, too, leaves to pursue his solitary journey.
this is an important distinction for making sense of the narrative role the maidens serve. they were never a team—they traveled alone, and like the wizard, found temporary rest and comfort in companionship that they LEFT BEHIND when they resumed their travels; and through that temporary companionship, the wizard found his spirits lifted just enough to “resume [his] journey and work as well.”
stepping out of the dimension of fairytale and into actual history, at some point after the ozlem kingdom fell, ozma fell into despair and retreated into the wilderness to live as a hermit, then met four young women who resuscitated his hope enough for him to return to the task imposed on him by the gods—and because of that he divided his own magic and gave some of it to each of them, initiating the cycle of the maidens. whether these young women then parted ways or not is secondary to the fact that in ozpin’s telling of the story they do, as does the wizard. “the story of the seasons” fundamentally isn’t about teamwork so much as it is ozma receiving company as a palliative that allowed him to crawl out of an emotional pit and limp back onto the bitter, painful, lonely road the god of light instructed him to follow… and dooming the four friends who helped him get to his feet, and every single one of their successors, to the same fate.
(now ask yourself this: would the real ozma have torn up his soul and distributed his power in this way if he felt there was even the slightest chance that the recipients would misuse it? no. thus “the story of the seasons” is suggestive of the approach ozpin takes with his inner circle being a habit millennia in the making. he entrusts close friends with crumbs of knowledge, grants them guardianship over slivers of his power—the power he no longer trusts himself to wield—and then molds them into the model of the lone hero, the solitary protector, just like him.
of further interest to me here is this: ozma’s lone hero schtick has been enabled and exacerbated by the god of light, but it was baked into his psyche long before he even met salem in the first place. he was a knight errant, and jinn heavily implies that the self-sacrificial streak eating him alive now was harming him even then: “ozma had been ready to give his life for justice countless times, but now he saw a woman worth saving it for.” <- if falling in love makes you go hm actually maybe i do care about staying alive THEN. YOU ARE NOT! OKAY!
but, anyway, the prologue of lost fable quietly establishes this dichotomy between ozma’s natural inclination towards a kind of heroism bordering on passive suicidal tendencies, risking his life because he values his life only insofar as he can sacrifice it in service of a noble cause—and the diametrically opposing force of his love for salem, and hers for him, which leads him to value his life and happiness for his own sake, so much so that when his god asks him to save the world his first answer is to say sorry but no, he wants to be with his wife. likewise, upon his return to the living world and reunion with salem he finds happiness until that happiness is corroded and ultimately obliterated by ozma’s refusal to let go of his task. and while ozma has certainly found moments of solace here and there, his journey since that night has nonetheless been one of inescapable despair as the overwhelming burden of his heroic inclinations crushes him slowly.
his fatal flaw is his willingness to sacrifice himself, his inability to prioritize taking care of himself, and the cruelest thing the god of light did to him was orchestrating the mandate in a manner that ensured ozma’s bitterest enemy would be the person who once inspired him to value his own life.)
all tangents aside—the maidens are in a literal sense extensions of ozma himself, in that the magic that defines them is HIS magic, given to reward and empower four young women who rekindled his shambling towards the impossible goal laid out by his gods; and everything we know about them and everything we’ve seen in how ozpin’s circle treats them in the present day suggests to me that ozpin never quite let go of thinking of it as his power. he gave it to the original four with the intention of making more heroes to carry his burden with him; qrow suggests that the maidens were dragged into secrecy specifically in response to the magic being inherited by the kind of people ozpin didn’t want to have it (which, in fairness given that the people in question were murderers, isn’t wholly unreasonable) rather than out of genuine concern for the safety of the maidens themselves, and the circle by and large treats the maidens as nameless interchangeable meat vessels for their keys to the magic vault. the only time amber gets referred to by name is when they’re coaxing pyrrha into letting them use her as a soul jar!
and while that represents an obvious escalating downward spiral from ozma bequeathing most of his magic to four new heroines and then seeing them off into the world one by one, there’s no real textual basis for thinking that he ever intended for them to act as an autonomous team as opposed to individual agents who took their cues from him. ozpin’s telling of the fairytale ends with three beats that are very suggestive of the latter interpretation, in fact: 1. the wizard gives them his magic, and they all depart separately; 2. the wizard, too, leaves to resume his long-neglected work, and 3. each of the sisters, upon leaving, promises to return regularly to visit the wizard.
draw your own conclusions about what the nature of those regular visits with a freshly rededicated ozma might have been.
a final thought: “the warrior in the woods” and “the hunter’s children” are both likely fictional tales not founded in real historical events of any note, and the unspoken moral embedded in them—that it is dangerous to stand alone, and vital to stand together—is flouted by the ozma-characters in “the infinite man” and “the story of the seasons.” (ozpin’s perfunctory commentary on “warrior” also rather conspicuously steps around the point that the silver-eyed woman’s violent end came as a result of her isolation; something something, until the end, “but through a simple soul we lie complacent,” file under things ozpin really does not want to confront). this, i think, lends a patina of willful blindness and self-sabotage to ozma’s and particularly ozpin’s modus operandi; it beggars belief to think that the man who describes a story like “the hunter’s children” as his favorite fairytale and agonizes about his own failings in the commentary of “the infinite man” doesn’t grasp that secrecy and solitary heroism are counterproductive at best and self-destructive at worst. he persists in being secretive and solitary out of habit, out of fear, and because he loathes himself too much to extricate himself from the mindset of endless sacrifice (originally only of himself; the foremost sign of his corruption is how readily he sacrifices other people too, now). and of course that only reinforces the self-hatred, which reinforces the behavior, and so the cycle continues.
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