I think we were right...

[wolven7]

I think that i was grown in a lab, somewhere, and that i am some sort of experimental recreation of Alexander the Great. My "parents" are the proverbial "Wire Monkeys;" one-- supposedly-- covered in fur, to provide comfort, and love, the other stiff, harsh wire, but always providing the food. The questions is, which is which? My father provides me with thought, mental understanding, comfort. Today, he spoke to me for a good 20 minutes, touching, in that time, on everything i've said, in this journal, and to other people, not in this journal, in the past two weeks. My father doesn't read this journal. I don't talk to him enough to tell him about the things on my mind, except times like today. This made me feel really good. Understood. But my father is mainly my Mental provider, with an Emotional and Mental Effect. My Mother is Emotional, but also provides me the most emotional Discomfort. E: M/E Effect.

My mother speaks to me, recently, about the things on my mind. I discuss with her, and explain To her. She provides harsh analyses, and disquieting "Real World" views.

Each of these Inputs are Necessary, as they each provide me with Re-inforcement, Questioning, and Emphasis, of my views. My parents are always there, with the "Right" (see: "Provoking") word, at the "Right" time. They've mentioned things, "in passing," throughout the entire of my life, that have all gathered together, in my mind, to form a very Strange pattern, and a Very Fucked Up Family Base. The Excorcist stairs, My Name, "Oh yeah, your grandmother used to dream the future, too. Want some more pie?" "Oh yeah, you dad's mom said God sent you to her as her special child, but she never did explain Why. Go to bed, you work, tomorrow." The Dreams. And, the most possibly meaningless: my time of birth is a convergence of Fours. i was born at 4:44:12 am. Something, of course, over which they had no control... Supposedly... but i Was a Cessarian Section birth... I could kill MacBeth.

Now, yeah, maybe my life is a string of funny, interesting "coincidences," most of which i'm not even mentioning, here. But, even still, that's a Lot of coincidences. The sheer number of them, and the nature of their interconnections are cause for pause, in and of themselves. So there's that.

Ok, maybe i'm no secret government experiment, but my life certainly is all about Non-Subtle Patterns, and synchronizations.

My parents are, i guess, both combinations of Wire and Warmth, in varying degrees of mixture. More plausible that way... Either way, that's the way all parents Should be.

I need to work on drawing sections of a Web tighter. All sections. And that means getting ver one of my main discomforts. Aversion to conflict.. which fuels my Need of it... That, and the idea of all of you knowing each other, without me... Heh.

Ignore that piece of Vulnerability. All is Cold and Sharp, here in Wolven-Land.

Back Later

{Addendum: Yes. Yes i HAVE been watching "far too much" Reign, before Any of you say it.}

Comments

[unknownbinaries.livejournal.com]

Or your parents are like Any other Good parents...You're individuals, so you'll never relate completely. But you still have love there, and no amount of not-relating will change that.
I want a Wire Monkey....

[wolven.livejournal.com]

Also entirely possible. I'll try to get you a wire monkey, for your birthday.