2 truths and a lie; daemon: janad

[bangitybang]

[it's an odd combination of motivations that has janus sharing today. sometimes a mangling of boundaries is a good way of setting them.]

2 TRUTHS AND A LIE
Preferred Alias: Alias here

1. I can deconstruct an Oreo perfectly. I can separate both chocolate halves and the icing into three separate parts.
2. I have a tattoo of Disney's Timon and Pumba.
3. When I fell out of love the first time, everything changed because I came to understand that nothing changes. I was sad for years. When the sadness started to go, it left in starts and stops. Those moments of relief weren't because I had healed. It was only because I had forgotten for a short time that I had lost him. Every time I remembered, I lost him again. Often this would happen when I was dreaming. My mind tried to make sense of this by making up worlds where I could have what I wanted. But there is no such world. There is this world, and it is good enough.

One Of These Is A Lie

Comments

[tangleofgarlands]

Oh, don't worry, I'm not offended or anything. It's not the first time I've been homeless. When I was seventeen I spent about a week sleeping on benches in tube stations.

Er, sorry, that's a bit gloomy, isn't it?
I'm also sorry to say I'm nothing even close to an expert on any zeitgeist, except maybe the glam rock scene in London, but that's such a niche it hardly counts. I'd like to learn, though. I'm already hooked on coffees instead of tea.

I think if you overcome a challenge together, even if the challenge is a bit silly or self-imposed, you have a feeling of camaraderie with the other person.

It's also a form of sitting down for a meal together.
Someone I spoke with a while back told me he used to eat them with peanut butter, which I suppose almost makes them a meal.

At any rate, I'd be happy to try them any way you'd like to show me.

I'm not really a fan of licorice either. It always makes me think of my nan. She kept bowls of all-sorts that I always had to eat so as not to be rude...

[bangitybang]

Hmmm? How is it you know people who have eaten Oreos with peanut butter but you are not yourself familiar?

I think we should take our cue from your friend regardless. I have peanut butter. It's crunchy though

What adventure were you on that took you away from your grandmother and into transient homelessness?

[tangleofgarlands]

Just one. He was living abroad at the time, but he was born in Michigan.
We'd, er. We'd been intimate and I was falling asleep so I asked him to tell me stories and he did.
A lot of them were about food.

I'm not picky about my peanut butter, personally. Do you think it matters?

It's a long story. The same one that took me to the man I mentioned. I'll tell you the whole thing over the biscuits, if you like.

Maybe we should also have a beer.

[bangitybang]

He sounds like he was lovely. I think we're charged with saving the multiverse for souls like his

I'm not picky about my peanut butter either-- I just think that texture's part of the tradition. But we can remake this one in a chunkier image
With a side of stories and a beer

[tangleofgarlands]

I agree.
I'm honestly not sure why it's me here and not him, but I suppose that's a story for when we're a few beers in.