He Wasn’t Always the Face of Evil
What This Is: First chapter of a Biblically-influenced story I’m writing.
Word Count: 3937
Point of View: First person, limited
~Enjoy, dislike, be ambivalent towards, or totally ignore. It’s up to you. ^_^~
Reality is just diet fiction
“Leaves” by Android22
Rating: G
Characters: Trunks and Goten
Dislaimer: I do not own DB/Z/GT or the characters used.
Summary: It’s fall. Trunks is admiring all of the color and beauty… as well as his best friend.
Author’s Note: This is Trunks’ POV. Also, they boys are teenagers in my world, but they can be any age you want them to be.
*violently throws all TruTen fans at this*
*gets hit in the face by awesomefic*
…guess this isn’t the worse thing to happen to me
Yeah, yeah, so the universe is grand and vast and all that, but why is it made of a bunch of spheres? All the planets are spherical, and the stars, the moons, even the asteroids are roughly round. Everything in predictable orbits. Even galaxies and universes are BALLS. Like, I don’t know what your ball obsession is, but….Look, I just feel like the repetition and lack of variety speaks to laziness and want of creativity. I mean seriously, no dodecahedron planets?! Major missed opportunity. I think you focused on quantity over quality - although the different colors and material you used indicates you have potential if you’d apply yourself more! Overall, I give the universe an A for effort, but a C- overall. Try again.
— Teacher comments on God’s report card (via friendlybrarian)
It’s strange how, despite our primary basic need being our own survival, we can get to a point where we’d willingly give our lives for someone else.
How our feelings can get so intertwined with someone else’s that their joy is our joy, and their pain is our pain, and we’d do anything to make them happy. But I wonder if there isn’t some selfishness inherent in that? Since we want to keep them from suffering at least in part because we know we will also suffer if they do.
Are we naturally independent creatures choosing to defy nature and submit ourselves to willing dependence on others?
And we like the feeling of dependence, of sharing even the negative emotions of someone else, to the point where we couldn’t imagine life any other way. For some reason, we like needing someone, and we’ve started to identify more as “social creatures” and “creatures of emotion” rather than as “survivalists” or “pragmatists.”
So we have a dependency…on dependency? And that’s the complex, nonsensical, wonderful thing that we call love?
Maybe. I don’t know.
