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[hauntedsavior]

[this, like most of the posts that anna makes, comes in the middle of a sleepless night. she's gone as anonymous as she possibly can, at least. maybe that will stop people from calling her out. maybe one day she'll learn how to talk about her emotions without sounding like a theater kid turned supervillain.]

How are we all feeling in the wake of January?
Are we feeling whole? Normal? Like ourselves?
Suppose you aren't. Suppose you walked, or flapped, or slithered away from the shedding ceremony feeling extremely different.
Could any of you pinpoint that change, do you think?
Would any of you even still be aware that you used to be someone different?

And on the other side of the coin, for people who returned to "normal".
Do you remember what happened? Do you remember who you were?
Or is it all turning into some kind of soup within your own brain?
Do you have any way to stay that gnawing feeling of dread inside you when you think of the way you're losing touch with your own identity?

And if you have no idea what I'm talking about... call it a thought experiment.

Comments

[slightlytaller]

The fact that you're even trying is the part that matters the most. So many don't even bother, and they even defend the reputations they earned for themselves.

They don't bother learning or growing. They don't even shed their snake skin.

You did, and you grew wings.

That's... pretty badass.

[strikefirster]

Yeah- I guess it is, isn't it?

And I'm not the kind of person to beat around the bush. If I fuck up I at least have the balls to own up to it.

Thanks, kid.

[slightlytaller]

Okay.

That's fair.

I thought you'd recognize my display name. It's me, Mackenzie.