I just heard my mom tell my brother, “when you die, you will go outside and garden until your father says you’re done” and it took me a second to realize that my brother was playing a videogame and this was not a theological discussion.
When I was a kid I wouldn’t eat anything. Like, I survived mostly off plain boiled fettuccini noodles and frozen peas, because everything else disgusted me (and god forbid they touched). My mother would force me to eat an egg every night just to make sure I got some protein. I wouldn’t keep clothes on and would discard my shoes wherever I stood, and I’d shriek and struggle whenever I was made to bathe or brush my hair. When my godsister convinced me to eat meat for the first time, my whole family cheered for her. She made it into a performance – peel a tiny sliver off a roast turkey leg and drop it into my mouth, followed by a flourish and a bow.
My teeth, though? I was obsessive about my teeth. I would clean them carefully three times a day and loved going to the dentist, because he would always tell me how wonderfully healthy my crooked, jagged teeth were.
This sounds like you’re a dammed changeling, @glumshoe . Really, take all the facts together, and it sounds more than a little damming.
Maybe I shouldn’t mention that I took my Irish tin whistle with me everywhere and would just sit in the woods making melodies with it (barefoot, unwashed, occasionally unclothed). Oh yeah, and panpipes. One of the first things I ever picked out for myself was a small set of panpipes.
I Am But A Lass Of Nine Years Of Age And I Shan’t Partake In Your Paltry Human “Meals”
nah I was just weird
Adding this to the ‘Glumshoe is a Changeling’ pile
My mother used to tell me that my hair (on the left) was a “rat’s nest”, which I considered a good thing, because I liked rats.
I used to make my parents sew the pockets on my clothing shut because… because…? Instead, I carried little cloth and leather bags around and filled them with snail shells and tiny bells and empty moth cocoons.
any iron or silver allergies?
Well, I can’t wear earrings, even ones made from “hypoallergenic” metals.
wait… did you used to do Rev War reenacting too?!
no I was born in 1784 and that’s an incredibly realistic painting
i think we need to stop focusing on telling little girls they need to be “empowered” & instead teach them about chaotic mirth, hijinks, & becoming complete rascals
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