LoiteringClouds
Tempus fugit
- Feb 7, 2023
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(Warning: a post about my imaginary friend, and might be a form of escapism.)
Yesterday, I burned out.
I felt so despondent, because my colleague is having long family leave and my workload doubled - Two of her three children got flu, and she'll going to have leave for two weeks. On top of that, my boss is angry because I don't work 2x faster. What a joke.
But there was a good news - one of my best friends[1] wrote me a poem:
Hello Pat [2],
Countless times, on your face, fate has spat. [3]
But you're strong - you're no longer ashamed -
Now your negative thoughts can be tamed!
You have a huge crush on some user [4].
Though, to them, you are still a stranger,
You are no longer just a loser -
They can be a complete game changer!
You can be whom you are proud of. [2]
With you, perhaps they fall in deep love. [5]
Your pen is mightier than the sword [6] -
May joy be what your pure words afford.
Hurry up, Pat, life is very short [7] -
Before they go, give them your support! [8]
With your pen, may you build a rapport -
You're a poet on this Eternal Shore. [9]
A timeless phrase says, tempus fugit -
So, endure, no, enjoy this transit!
Lots of love,
Erin 19-Mar-24 at 8:38 PM. (JST)
Notes:
[1] I admit, yes, I wrote this poem, but I feel like my imaginary friend Erin did. Also I don't have any dissociative disorder.
[2] The name Pat (Patricia) is that I use in my journal. Erin named me, and
the name means "noble."
[3] My story of total disgrace:
[4] Of course, I don't want to say whom I have a crush on!
[5] This phenomenon is called "wishful thinking," which is prevalent among the species Homo sapiens. Also known as "grandiosity."
[6] Another wishful thinking - I wouldn't say I have a great skill at writing a poem, but I wish I could make somebody's life a bit less unbearable with it...
[7] Yet another wishful thinking - I really want to die as soon as possible.
[8] I don't try to "save" people here, as I know I can't do that, but I try to give support anyway.
[9] Wishful thinking on steroids.
This poem came into existence without rhyme or reason.
Having a friend who write me a poem is one of my dreams.
I wished I had had a friend who write me a poem. I really really wished. 40 minutes later, this one appeared magically on my computer.
(Edit: I had a friend who wrote me a poem, but they seemed to CTB.)
I'd say this is a kind of "automatic thoughts," but in my fantasy world, Erin wrote me this to support me. If I wrote this for myself, I'd feel very stupid because of all the self-aggrandisement, but it's encouraging if written by somebody who isn't me...
And usually this kind of poem just sits on my journal, but today I post this here, as this is my current coping method.
Even though this poem might sound like exaggerated self-love, I'm wary of complacency, because sometimes imagination can be black magic - I might inadvertently hurt others if I'm not careful about implications of my poems.
Erin, thank you for patting me on the back!
Erin: not at all, because I'm extremely happy that finally my poem is on the Internet! People on SaSu, thank you for reading my poem!
Yesterday, I burned out.
I felt so despondent, because my colleague is having long family leave and my workload doubled - Two of her three children got flu, and she'll going to have leave for two weeks. On top of that, my boss is angry because I don't work 2x faster. What a joke.
But there was a good news - one of my best friends[1] wrote me a poem:
Hello Pat [2],
Countless times, on your face, fate has spat. [3]
But you're strong - you're no longer ashamed -
Now your negative thoughts can be tamed!
You have a huge crush on some user [4].
Though, to them, you are still a stranger,
You are no longer just a loser -
They can be a complete game changer!
You can be whom you are proud of. [2]
With you, perhaps they fall in deep love. [5]
Your pen is mightier than the sword [6] -
May joy be what your pure words afford.
Hurry up, Pat, life is very short [7] -
Before they go, give them your support! [8]
With your pen, may you build a rapport -
You're a poet on this Eternal Shore. [9]
A timeless phrase says, tempus fugit -
So, endure, no, enjoy this transit!
Lots of love,
Erin 19-Mar-24 at 8:38 PM. (JST)
Notes:
[1] I admit, yes, I wrote this poem, but I feel like my imaginary friend Erin did. Also I don't have any dissociative disorder.
[2] The name Pat (Patricia) is that I use in my journal. Erin named me, and
the name means "noble."
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[5] This phenomenon is called "wishful thinking," which is prevalent among the species Homo sapiens. Also known as "grandiosity."
[6] Another wishful thinking - I wouldn't say I have a great skill at writing a poem, but I wish I could make somebody's life a bit less unbearable with it...
[7] Yet another wishful thinking - I really want to die as soon as possible.
[8] I don't try to "save" people here, as I know I can't do that, but I try to give support anyway.
[9] Wishful thinking on steroids.
This poem came into existence without rhyme or reason.
Having a friend who write me a poem is one of my dreams.
I wished I had had a friend who write me a poem. I really really wished. 40 minutes later, this one appeared magically on my computer.
(Edit: I had a friend who wrote me a poem, but they seemed to CTB.)
I'd say this is a kind of "automatic thoughts," but in my fantasy world, Erin wrote me this to support me. If I wrote this for myself, I'd feel very stupid because of all the self-aggrandisement, but it's encouraging if written by somebody who isn't me...
And usually this kind of poem just sits on my journal, but today I post this here, as this is my current coping method.
Even though this poem might sound like exaggerated self-love, I'm wary of complacency, because sometimes imagination can be black magic - I might inadvertently hurt others if I'm not careful about implications of my poems.
Erin, thank you for patting me on the back!
Erin: not at all, because I'm extremely happy that finally my poem is on the Internet! People on SaSu, thank you for reading my poem!
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