Albert Wesker (
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retrospec2018-01-02 05:24 pm
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004. Text // the world is an ashtray, we burn and coil like cigarettes
I know there have been questions related to this sort of thing before – questions regarding people who serve a recurring position in our memories, people that were clearly important but that we've never met in this lifetime. People that we know intimately without directly knowing them at all.
For those who have experienced that sort of person... Have you begun to miss them, as time goes on? Or does it just feel empty in some way, for lack of a better phrase – as though you should care about these people, but inexplicably do not?
Are you somehow fonder of them now than you were in your memories, after having gotten to experience them with some distance between you as opposed to living in the moment with them?
I suppose there's some irony in spending the turn of the year dwelling on something I never had in the first place, but then, no one ever claimed anything Retrospec brings on is convenient in any way.
For those who have experienced that sort of person... Have you begun to miss them, as time goes on? Or does it just feel empty in some way, for lack of a better phrase – as though you should care about these people, but inexplicably do not?
Are you somehow fonder of them now than you were in your memories, after having gotten to experience them with some distance between you as opposed to living in the moment with them?
I suppose there's some irony in spending the turn of the year dwelling on something I never had in the first place, but then, no one ever claimed anything Retrospec brings on is convenient in any way.
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Um, well... I don't know if I have too much to say. It's a little embarrassing.
From what I can tell, I'd closed myself off from other people, and that person was the first one to reach out and try to understand me. The me in my memories isn't the exact same as I am, but I can relate, since I was kind of the same way. If they were here and did the same things, I'd probably fall for them all over again.
I guess it's like... Seeing someone smile like that because of me, even if it's not the same me. It's hard not to appreciate it.
...Sorry, I wound up typing more than I thought.
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However, I remember the first friend that I had, and the first person who told me they loved me. Not the same person, mind, different instances several years apart... It was something I didn't process well or know how to handle or care about properly back then, but it left an impression on me here.
They're two of the people I've been thinking about lately, why this post exists in the first place..
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I see... So that's why. We really do have a lot in common. Different people or not, it's hard to just forget or look past something like that. Seeing people express firsthand that they care for you, even if you weren't there... It only makes sense to feel something from that.
It's strange, isn't it? But I'd like to think it's important, too.
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Things are different for me here, thankfully. I've had those that I care about, people that are important to me, for a while now - though we've become far closer since Retrospec became involved in our lives. I was isolated for a while here as well, however, largely by choice; I think you're likely correct in saying that we have a fair amount in common on some level or another.
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I'm glad that you have people close to you. It makes a world of difference, it really does.
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Through curiosity, how have you decided to handle all of that? With regards to past lives and Retrospec. I know some are choosing to see their past lives as having been a different person altogether, and insisting that they should be kept separate from us in all ways; some are handling it a bit differently. How do you choose to see it?
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The best explanation I can come up with is that we're remembering alternate universes. Because these memories are too real - there are too many similarities, and everything's starting to bleed over. But the only thing we can say for sure is that this isn't just in our heads.
So I feel like my other self has to exist somewhere... I wouldn't call him me, but we might not be entirely different, either. It's complicated. How do you feel about this?
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I don't know; it's something that I've been trying to come to terms with in one way or another. I'm not certain how I feel about it overall.
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Yeah... I understand. I don't think we should have to come up with a concrete answer now, but it's also not something we have the luxury to ignore or completely brush off, you know?
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I do intend to find answers, even if they end up being unpleasant; I think knowing for certain is going to serve us better than the alternative.
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Sorry for getting so personal, but I appreciate everything you've told me. Thank you.
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Talk to you later.