(Teh Meme part deux!)
Oct. 19th, 2005 09:41 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
reenkaUh, I blame Amalin for this, entirely and fully, for she said to have the same Anony!meme only with characters instead of people, and how could I resist?
...warning for excessive bile, and um, not a lot of bunnies. I feel, uh, rather purged now, though. ^^;;; It might be fun(ner) if people tried to guess anyway >:D Guess, guess! :D :D
1. You know, I think I just don't know how to see you as a normal person anymore. But no wonder, I mean, I've talked to you in my head more than I have with all my ex-boyfriends, -combined-. But... I'm not actually angry with you. I mean, it feels like it much of the time, and if I'm not angry then I'm bitter or frustrated or distracted 'cause I'm turning you into a sex object again..... But lately I don't know how to talk to you anymore. I don't know what you -want- anymore, or maybe I just don't want to know. You BASTARD. You fucking useless annoying-- argh. Why do people love you, you-- you-- flaksjf;alskjflaflsddd!!1
But I feel guilty, too. Maybe I just don't treat you the right way, and maybe I never really knew you, and maybe it's my fault, and. You're mocking me right this second, I know you are. God, how could I leave you alone when you won't leave -me- alone?... And I wish you'd stop wanking while I'm talking to you.... NO, NO IT'S NOT FUNNY, SHUT THE FUCK UP! You just keep doing that and I'll just keep on using you, I mean, that's what we all want, right....
Fine, okay... I think I'm angry with you whenever I'm not identifying and angry for you. We're so fucked up, aren't we. Oh yes we are. -.-
2. I love you. I'm sorry-- well, I'm just. Sorry. Sometimes I think I love you too much, and then I realize it's silly, what am I thinking, and if I saw you I'd just hug you and hug you and listen to you and-- oh, I love you. I want to protect you even though it's silly of me. I want all the best for you, I want you to have everything you want, and-- I just know I'd spoil you horribly, but I can't help it. You're like my little brother. I just adore you, okay? And I think you two... well, it could be good. Maybe. Sort of. I like it when you push each other's buttons a little too much, I think, and I realize that's not for your greatest happiness, but he just-- I just wish you listened to him, too. I don't want to spoil you -too- much, you know.
3. Hahaha, hey, girl. I'm a bit sorry to you, too, but I feel like we can dig each other pretty well. Man, people have such weird opinions on you! And you & I probably wouldn't be friends if we met for real, but what else is new? I still think you'd be good for him, and don't listen to them, okay? He believes in you and that's what matters. Though really, you should explore your options more. I mean like, girls, eh. Well, what! You're still young. And Blaise is cute, isn't he.... heh. Sorry, sorry.
4. ARGH! YOU! Wow, I didn't even know I had issues with you, but I guess I do. You're such a wet blanket, and! YOU NEVER TOLD HIM, DID YOU!!1 Do you have any idea how mad that makes me! You ninny! And now it's too late, and of course-- of course you accept that and it's fine, really and I can't believe you let her just-- walk all over you, and-- YOU. You need a good kick in the pants. Although something tells me it's too late for that. Possibly I'm a little too like you. This is not a good thing! Gah! More people need to realize you need to be smacked, but not really, because on second thought that wouldn't solve anything. Damn. When does it ever, right? Argh, 'too intelligent for your own good' squared and multiplied. Yeah, I know. Shut up anyway. (And I'm right there with you, shaking my head at anyone who's a 'fan'. I think that's sort of like I can't imagine anyone who's anything like me having fans. And neither could you, I'm sure.)
5. You are dead. But what actually bothers me is that I feel like I can't write you worth nuts. This is kind of... inconvenient. Also, while watching you have sex is nice, I can't really... well, I can't go there myself. It's sort of like, 'oh, that might be fun... I think I'll watch Queer As Folk instead'. I don't really know what that says about me, but I blame Ariel.
6. I should really like you more than I do. But. Well. You're old. I'm sorry, I mean, you're old, and... I don't like adults, and. Your fans scare me. And also, I suspect I'm intimidated by the rational facade. You're likely to intimidate me in real life even as I laugh at you, how sad is that? But like, if I could, I'd have written you more lately, 'cause, y'know, angst. But not a lot of sex. I suspect you're all right with that, though, ahahahah. You probably hate your fans more than I do, which is... reassuring? Though then I think of how Draco would feel about his own, and just can't stop laughing.
7. Actually, I don't think we'd be good friends, except maybe out of necessity. I think we might be, though, but that would probably change the both of us more than either of us would be comfortable with. I can't even talk to you as another person; you're too much of a shadow of me. I should probably practice talking to you just to separate myself from you. I think I'd be angry with you if I thought too much, much the way I'm angry with myself on some level. You really need to... wake up. But not in the way that anyone thinks. I think you'd be bemused by my bitterness, and I don't know what that says about either you or me, somehow.
8. You really annoy me. Your fans annoy me, your boyfriend annoys me, your whole House annoys me-- I think we're pretty much natural enemies in the wild. Even so, it's a little too easy to understand how you think. And it's a little too easy to make you palatable to myself by writing you into something tougher, more intelligent, more interesting. But you're not. You're just not that interesting, and you probably do go well with him. Of course, when I think of that I want to throw up, but hey.
9. Heee. I love youuuuu, for like, no good reason, really. You are so cute! And an asshole, of course, but still! Cute!! I should try writing you, it could be a blast, actually. Hey, I didn't even realize I could until just now. Hahahaha oh man. You are nothing like me, but somehow I know just how your mind works, and omg, it's sexy as hell. I think I might be a little biased.
10. I hate you. HATE. HATE. HATE. You are absolutely everything I fucking despise in a human being, you fucking asshole. Ahhh, that felt good to say. And no, I don't care what you think about me. I hope you'd hate me too-- possibly you'd never notice me long enough to. But you're just... pathetic, yes, I know, but that doesn't excuse it. Pathetic and whiny is one thing-- you've got the power to fuel your denial. You're an ugly, stupid, narrow little man and I have no pity for you at all. I don't want you to die or even suffer, well, not really, but god, I want you to see what a despicable little worm you are and how you never had even a fraction of what you really wanted, and how even that is slipping through your fingers as we speak. And he will always love you, too. Isn't that just the icing on the cake? They'll both always love you, and never be free of you. God, and that's what I can't forgive you for, perhaps. You actually do have all the power that matters, in the end.
...warning for excessive bile, and um, not a lot of bunnies. I feel, uh, rather purged now, though. ^^;;; It might be fun(ner) if people tried to guess anyway >:D Guess, guess! :D :D
1. You know, I think I just don't know how to see you as a normal person anymore. But no wonder, I mean, I've talked to you in my head more than I have with all my ex-boyfriends, -combined-. But... I'm not actually angry with you. I mean, it feels like it much of the time, and if I'm not angry then I'm bitter or frustrated or distracted 'cause I'm turning you into a sex object again..... But lately I don't know how to talk to you anymore. I don't know what you -want- anymore, or maybe I just don't want to know. You BASTARD. You fucking useless annoying-- argh. Why do people love you, you-- you-- flaksjf;alskjflaflsddd!!1
But I feel guilty, too. Maybe I just don't treat you the right way, and maybe I never really knew you, and maybe it's my fault, and. You're mocking me right this second, I know you are. God, how could I leave you alone when you won't leave -me- alone?... And I wish you'd stop wanking while I'm talking to you.... NO, NO IT'S NOT FUNNY, SHUT THE FUCK UP! You just keep doing that and I'll just keep on using you, I mean, that's what we all want, right....
Fine, okay... I think I'm angry with you whenever I'm not identifying and angry for you. We're so fucked up, aren't we. Oh yes we are. -.-
2. I love you. I'm sorry-- well, I'm just. Sorry. Sometimes I think I love you too much, and then I realize it's silly, what am I thinking, and if I saw you I'd just hug you and hug you and listen to you and-- oh, I love you. I want to protect you even though it's silly of me. I want all the best for you, I want you to have everything you want, and-- I just know I'd spoil you horribly, but I can't help it. You're like my little brother. I just adore you, okay? And I think you two... well, it could be good. Maybe. Sort of. I like it when you push each other's buttons a little too much, I think, and I realize that's not for your greatest happiness, but he just-- I just wish you listened to him, too. I don't want to spoil you -too- much, you know.
3. Hahaha, hey, girl. I'm a bit sorry to you, too, but I feel like we can dig each other pretty well. Man, people have such weird opinions on you! And you & I probably wouldn't be friends if we met for real, but what else is new? I still think you'd be good for him, and don't listen to them, okay? He believes in you and that's what matters. Though really, you should explore your options more. I mean like, girls, eh. Well, what! You're still young. And Blaise is cute, isn't he.... heh. Sorry, sorry.
4. ARGH! YOU! Wow, I didn't even know I had issues with you, but I guess I do. You're such a wet blanket, and! YOU NEVER TOLD HIM, DID YOU!!1 Do you have any idea how mad that makes me! You ninny! And now it's too late, and of course-- of course you accept that and it's fine, really and I can't believe you let her just-- walk all over you, and-- YOU. You need a good kick in the pants. Although something tells me it's too late for that. Possibly I'm a little too like you. This is not a good thing! Gah! More people need to realize you need to be smacked, but not really, because on second thought that wouldn't solve anything. Damn. When does it ever, right? Argh, 'too intelligent for your own good' squared and multiplied. Yeah, I know. Shut up anyway. (And I'm right there with you, shaking my head at anyone who's a 'fan'. I think that's sort of like I can't imagine anyone who's anything like me having fans. And neither could you, I'm sure.)
5. You are dead. But what actually bothers me is that I feel like I can't write you worth nuts. This is kind of... inconvenient. Also, while watching you have sex is nice, I can't really... well, I can't go there myself. It's sort of like, 'oh, that might be fun... I think I'll watch Queer As Folk instead'. I don't really know what that says about me, but I blame Ariel.
6. I should really like you more than I do. But. Well. You're old. I'm sorry, I mean, you're old, and... I don't like adults, and. Your fans scare me. And also, I suspect I'm intimidated by the rational facade. You're likely to intimidate me in real life even as I laugh at you, how sad is that? But like, if I could, I'd have written you more lately, 'cause, y'know, angst. But not a lot of sex. I suspect you're all right with that, though, ahahahah. You probably hate your fans more than I do, which is... reassuring? Though then I think of how Draco would feel about his own, and just can't stop laughing.
7. Actually, I don't think we'd be good friends, except maybe out of necessity. I think we might be, though, but that would probably change the both of us more than either of us would be comfortable with. I can't even talk to you as another person; you're too much of a shadow of me. I should probably practice talking to you just to separate myself from you. I think I'd be angry with you if I thought too much, much the way I'm angry with myself on some level. You really need to... wake up. But not in the way that anyone thinks. I think you'd be bemused by my bitterness, and I don't know what that says about either you or me, somehow.
8. You really annoy me. Your fans annoy me, your boyfriend annoys me, your whole House annoys me-- I think we're pretty much natural enemies in the wild. Even so, it's a little too easy to understand how you think. And it's a little too easy to make you palatable to myself by writing you into something tougher, more intelligent, more interesting. But you're not. You're just not that interesting, and you probably do go well with him. Of course, when I think of that I want to throw up, but hey.
9. Heee. I love youuuuu, for like, no good reason, really. You are so cute! And an asshole, of course, but still! Cute!! I should try writing you, it could be a blast, actually. Hey, I didn't even realize I could until just now. Hahahaha oh man. You are nothing like me, but somehow I know just how your mind works, and omg, it's sexy as hell. I think I might be a little biased.
10. I hate you. HATE. HATE. HATE. You are absolutely everything I fucking despise in a human being, you fucking asshole. Ahhh, that felt good to say. And no, I don't care what you think about me. I hope you'd hate me too-- possibly you'd never notice me long enough to. But you're just... pathetic, yes, I know, but that doesn't excuse it. Pathetic and whiny is one thing-- you've got the power to fuel your denial. You're an ugly, stupid, narrow little man and I have no pity for you at all. I don't want you to die or even suffer, well, not really, but god, I want you to see what a despicable little worm you are and how you never had even a fraction of what you really wanted, and how even that is slipping through your fingers as we speak. And he will always love you, too. Isn't that just the icing on the cake? They'll both always love you, and never be free of you. God, and that's what I can't forgive you for, perhaps. You actually do have all the power that matters, in the end.
