00. Dear Ocean

[pinksidekicking]

Type: Text
Sender ID: Anon
To: Everyone
Subject: Dear Ocean
Warnings: People are going to be talking about their problems, so please put appropriate CW/TWs

Hello everyone! I'm going to be starting up a "Dear Ocean" post. This is where you can reach out to your fellow Riftfairers if you're in need of advice or help, and you can do it Anonymously. Other people can respond to your anon posts to try and help you figure out a tricky situation, or offer up advice on all sorts of things.

If this one goes well, I may do another in the future.

I'll even start us off.

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Dear Ocean,

Last month I saw someone that had hurt me, but he didn't stick around. We sort of got to talk a little, but I still feel like we left a lot unresolved. I don't know if I should still be angry and hurt by what he did, or if I should try to accept that he just doesn't understand me, but he was the first person who tried in a very long time.

Signed, Not-A-Monster

Comments

text; anon

[priste]

Dear Not-A-Monster,

I think that sometimes understanding is the most important thing we can ask for. Others might disagree. But I know what it's like to feel like you're the only one, and like no one sees you. And when someone else does (or at least tries), it often doesn't matter how they treat you, because you long so much for what might be, if they would just learn to be kind.

[ this is definitely about No One In Particular, he promises ]

But at the same time, you can be angry for what happened. Humans are complex creatures, capable of all kinds of emotions all at once. Even ones that don't make sense. I think you should try and let yourself feel both of those things. And if he comes back again, maybe you'll have the chance to resolve the rest. Hang in there in the meantime.

Sincerely hoping for the best,
The Ocean

text; anonymous

[summonbeasts]

[After a good amount of hesitation Maria decides if this is thoroughly anonymous then she might as well release some pent up thoughts.]

Dear Ocean,

I'm very torn on what I should be doing. Is it forgetting my mother's sacrifice and what she might have become to allow myself to be friendly with one of the very beings who took her away? Would she forgive me for making something like "friends" with them? Would any of them forgive me?

I miss my brother a great deal right now. Even if he is a dick.

Signed, A Lost Daughter

anon (text)

[minorinpain]

[Fine, Nappa'll give it a shot. Something HAS been gnawing at him, but the last time he tried bringing it up, he got shut down and told to leave it.]

All right so here's the problem; 'bout twenty years ago or so most of my people, and our entire planet got blown into space-dust. Maybe five of us made it out because we were off-world at the time, and most of that group hasn't lasted. We got told afterwards it was a comet smashed into the place and that's what did it, but...I ain't too sure that's true.

We work for a guy, and ever since he took over the organization we were part of from his dad, he's treated us specifically with no damn respect at all. And, I keep hearing these rumours that it wasn't no comet that blew up our planet, but him. Our boss, I mean. That he just up and decided to get rid of us, even after we'd served him loyally!

I don't care that the rest of my people died or nothin', but what I do care about is that the guy that did it might have tricked us survivors into keep working for him afterwards, and he still treats us like crap! I tried to bring it up to my boss, because he's one of the survivors too, but he told me to forget about it. Both him and our leader are stronger than I am, so it ain't like there's much I can do about it, but it still really grinds my gears here. How am I supposed to let a blow to my pride like that stand?

The Mighty Na

oh yeah, and uh, "dear ocean" but like at the start.

text; anonymous

[voxt]

Dear Ocean,

This is a ridiculous waste of time, but I suppose I have nothing but time to waste now.

What exactly do people do when their lives aren't in danger? How do you live with the fact that your home could be dying, while you languish away in the sand or enjoy a meal that you know others would kill for? Perhaps you'll tell me that the weight of an entire world shouldn't be on my shoulders, but you'd be wrong. I'm the only person who could ever do anything for my world, but instead I'm here.

I'm frustrated. It leads me to perhaps be somewhat crueler than those around me expect. Or deserve. I know I'm merely struggling to adapt to this "new" way of life, and I should make the best of it, but it's difficult not to feel as though this is all an incredible waste.

Signed, Wasting What Time?

[ He is never coming off of anon. ]

text; anonymous

[fractales]

[Could be funny just how long he lingered on this post, how many times words were deleted and re-written. Was this any different from what he'd done before? He had taken too long to decide then.

That strange feeling.]

Dear Ocean,

This world offers a freedom that I would never have had in my own, but I'm afraid that I'm still entrapping myself all over again. By my own choice rather than the intent of another, because I don't know what else to do other than carry on. Be something that I'm not, despite that it is what I'm meant to be in some way.

What I was created for, to do, and to be nothing more than that. My place is something I've already overstepped, nearly too late.

Signed, Assistant