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whathoI did an exciting thing today. Slightly exciting. I'll let you know more in due course, but for now it's a secret exciting thing because it'll be even more exciting if it works, and less so if it doesn't. Hurrah.
But the subject line. Yes. There was a meme, I'm sure. About traits in fictional characters that tend to mostly always make one love them quite a lot. It was ages ago and it looked difficult and I didn't do it, only now I sort of want to. I think it was five traits, but I'm not entirely sure I'll get past two. Still. Here is my talking to fictional people.
1. Being a bit of a failure. This isn't exactly like sadism. Empathy, obviously, is a part of it. Massive seething jealousy. Possibly. But it's a bit less explicable than that really. It's a sort of Rimmer syndrome thing. Also George Bailey. (And Carter.) Be quite rubbish, essentially, in a fundamental way. Thwarted and incapable. Never, ever get out of Bedford Falls. Best of all, be aware of it. Talk about it only sometimes, but know about it and angst about it and generally be a bit self-hating on the strength of it and I shall reward you with my love. It won't make you happy. That's the point.
2. Do something artistic really well. Reveal a hitherto unsuspected ability to play the clarinet, or to speak another language, or to write very beautiful poetry (that, obviously, you've failed to publish), or to dance a bit. Artistic capability. Living alongside, as I say, the failure. In, as you say, the mud. It's quite within the realms of possibility.
3. Have a sense of humour. This is an absolute pre-requisite. I won't necessarily love you 100% purely on the strength of this, but I shall very likely not love you at all if it's absent.
4. Possess a loving and yet slightly grumpy paternalistic mentor. I shall be so much on their side. I'll probably love the grumpy paternalistic mentor too, but I'll love the protege even more. I've no idea why, but it really helps no end.
5. Wear clothes.
I was born asleep. Did you know?
(I've not forgotten your drabbles, by the way, poor neglected drabble people. I'm just... a bit... poo. I'm massively concentrating on three other things at the moment at the expense of everything else, and obviously massively concentrating on three things at once is no proper description of massive concentration, but still. I shall attempt to knuckle down forthwith, or maybe slightly after that.)
But the subject line. Yes. There was a meme, I'm sure. About traits in fictional characters that tend to mostly always make one love them quite a lot. It was ages ago and it looked difficult and I didn't do it, only now I sort of want to. I think it was five traits, but I'm not entirely sure I'll get past two. Still. Here is my talking to fictional people.
1. Being a bit of a failure. This isn't exactly like sadism. Empathy, obviously, is a part of it. Massive seething jealousy. Possibly. But it's a bit less explicable than that really. It's a sort of Rimmer syndrome thing. Also George Bailey. (And Carter.) Be quite rubbish, essentially, in a fundamental way. Thwarted and incapable. Never, ever get out of Bedford Falls. Best of all, be aware of it. Talk about it only sometimes, but know about it and angst about it and generally be a bit self-hating on the strength of it and I shall reward you with my love. It won't make you happy. That's the point.
2. Do something artistic really well. Reveal a hitherto unsuspected ability to play the clarinet, or to speak another language, or to write very beautiful poetry (that, obviously, you've failed to publish), or to dance a bit. Artistic capability. Living alongside, as I say, the failure. In, as you say, the mud. It's quite within the realms of possibility.
3. Have a sense of humour. This is an absolute pre-requisite. I won't necessarily love you 100% purely on the strength of this, but I shall very likely not love you at all if it's absent.
4. Possess a loving and yet slightly grumpy paternalistic mentor. I shall be so much on their side. I'll probably love the grumpy paternalistic mentor too, but I'll love the protege even more. I've no idea why, but it really helps no end.
5. Wear clothes.
I was born asleep. Did you know?
(I've not forgotten your drabbles, by the way, poor neglected drabble people. I'm just... a bit... poo. I'm massively concentrating on three other things at the moment at the expense of everything else, and obviously massively concentrating on three things at once is no proper description of massive concentration, but still. I shall attempt to knuckle down forthwith, or maybe slightly after that.)
