obsessions lore for AYAFTBA
(this is a draft, it necessarily stay exactly like this, but the lore/info will stay the same. i wanted to have obsessions but didn't want to have ghosts/dany be obligated to do something, and this just sort of hapened)
[dany]
I don’t have to do it, it just feels nice. I have two obsessions, right now, protection and space. One I got first, and the other one I formed a bit later. Obsessions are always ego syntonic, and pleasant for the ghost who has them. A ghost's very first obsession is often related to their deaths, or something they left unfinished when they died. Again, it’s not something we have to do or fullfill or whatever, but dying is a very intense experience and can be incredibly disorienting. So as an evolutionary mechanism ghosts-by-death eventually started forming an obsession upon death, something that naturally felt pleasant and would give them a direction to start on, something to do, a place to start learning.
Our obsessions can power us, help keep us healthy in body and mind. Not as an inevitable necessity, but more like how sleeping enough is good for you. You can do with sleeping less, but it's not very healthy and can impact you in body and mind. a ghost could decide to simply not follow any obsession ever and be pretty fine, but generally that doesn't happen, since, as an evolutionary mechanism they feel pleasant to us, like how eating and sleeping feel good in general and are therefore things we enjoy, generally. though of course there are always exceptions, special circumstances, etc, but we don't need to get into all of that right now.
A ghost's first obsession is the only permanent one, but otherwise they can come and go throughout a ghosts existence. Some stop fulfilling their initial obsessions when they find other ones, even though it doesn’t go away, because again, they are not something that has to be fulfilled or whatever. My first obsession is protection, it’s the one I got when I died. Later, I got space. I have always loved it, so it was only natural that it progressed into being more than that for me. I think a lot of the confusion with obsessions comes from the human/English translation. The word we use for them in the language of the realms is different, has different connotations. Obsession is just the best some human could do as a translation once however long ago that was. But yeah. We don’t do things because we have to, we do them because we want to. And like humans, there a ghosts who are “good”, and ghosts who are “bad”, who do and say good and bad things. We are different than humans, but in many ways we are also the same.
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Honestly, I made that joke about Van’s ancient desktop, but it probably works better than new computers. And it made me think: god, Van must HATE planned obsolescence. Stuff that’s built to die? Stuff that’s built to fall apart in a matter of years just to force you to buy more? For a person whose whole deal is gripping tight to the past, to old technology that still works perfectly fine, to the idea of survival threaded through everything from the stories she tells to the machines she rents out? Yeah, dude. No wonder she hates her cell phone. Not only does it force the illusion of connection without actually granting intimacy, but it’s doomed from the minute you take the thing out of the box. For Van, the very idea has got to be offensive.
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Wahhhhhh
The tldr is my boss couldn't go to this meeting today so I got sent to represent our archive, and I was the only archivist there in a group of professors and PhD students (whose research is tangentially related to the contents of the archive) and I'm just ahhhh
On the one hand, it was great, sitting around a table talking research for a few hours over lunch, it's all the best parts of grad school seminars and I've missed having those kinds of discussions IMMENSELY and it feels like a missing piece of myself has been returned. Even just from mostly listening for the duration.
On the other hand. The sense of imposter syndrome not being a Real Academic. And the sense of loss and regret. Yes yes I didn't go for my PhD because health, finances, awful job prospects for classicists. But I LOVED grad school. I love my MA and learning and studying and being a student. I miss it terribly, even though I'm good at and enjoy my profession.
Even had health/finances not been a concern, I'd never have been able to decide on a focused research topic for a dissertation. My interests are too broad. They're not even limited to classics. I'm bouncing between life changing academic interests constantly, and each one is foundational and obsessive, in its own way. I joked to Atlas this week that I was supposed to be born a foppish renaissance dilettante, but it's not even really a joke.
I know. I KNOW. My unlived lives aren't real. They shouldn't haunt me. The me that exists is de facto the best version of me because it's the ONLY me that exists. And life doesn't have to be perfect it just has to be Good. And it is good. But also. Why can't I be a full-time student just learning, never having to publish, but also an archivist and information professional, but also a mutual aid volunteer and praxis oriented person, and Also have time for hobbies like crafting and novel reading and video games, and things like cooking and gardening and strength training.
I'm aware that harmonizing and coming to peace with the multitudinous aspects of the self is the work of a lifetime but also I want it to happen /now/
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I JUST SAW TUMBLR LIVE FOR THE FIRST TIME IN MY LIFE BEFORE WHATEVER EXTENSION I HAD BLOCKED IT AND IT WAS ALL EXCLUSIVELY NAKED WOMEN WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING TUMBLR.
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