a/n: is that how you format author's notes? it is now! whew what a mess, i hope this is at least coherent. i tried to avoid sounding preach-ey or like some sorta inspirational speaker cause that feels annoying and condescending, hopefully that worked. writing isn't sacred. which sounds obvious—the act of putting words next to each other is second nature to us. we write when we text a friend. we write when we name files on our computer. when we make shopping lists and other reminders to ourselves. "oh, but that isn't REAL writing", you might be thinking. for a long time, i would've agreed. there's real writing. and then there's the silly unserious unimportant writing that most people (and i) do. but hold it a second. "real" and "fake" are bold distinctions to make. to quote the professor responding to my half-assed answer in an 8am discussion section i skipped the reading for, "please elaborate on that." to be a bit dra...
(yes the title's a bit long-winded sue me) it's been more than 2 years since Bocchi the Rock started airing. if you haven't seen it yet, you should do that. if you're not into that type of stuff, then what are you doing here. the show itself does a lot to build on the original manga by aki hamaji : banger ost, really creative animation direction, and incredible work by the voice actors. but i wanna focus on its protagonist, bocchi herself. ( Bocchi the Rock , episode 2) more specifically, why does this pink anxiety blob live rent free in my head? (oh, spoilers ahead, though this isn't a show that minds that much) "girlfailure" is a character archetype defined by being pathetic to the point of endearment. these are your huohou star rails, cirno touhous, the entire konosuba squad, etc. train wrecks of characters, massively flawed to the point of being entertaining. and there's bocchi, of course. the thought of starting a social media account turns her ...
"I want to learn how I want to live." It comes from a conversation with a friend in my last year of college—this idea's been stuck in my head for the year or so since then. In a broad sense, I'm an adult. In a broad sense, I know what I'm doing. In a broad sense, I'm going in some sort of direction, toward some sort of destination. What exactly the destination is, I'm not sure—but circumstance has set me on a course, and following it has felt easy enough. But things have changed this past year. As this place—as the circumstances I've accepted as "reality" have grown less and less sustainable for my long-term existence, maybe it's time I question where the hell this path is taking me. What are Dreams? Since I was in elementary school, teachers and movies and motivational speakers have told me to chase my dreams. So much so that I got kind of sick of it. My life has been a series of simple goals. Get good grades. Get into a good school. ...
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