The Signless
@ironInfidel
You are so much more than what they've decided for you.
It is a rainy light in my bubble, no better time than to spend it indoors cooking. I had to make three of these to accomodate the people here, but if you haven't had breakfast then this is your sign to eat. ============================================ IMPENDING TRADE: THE SIGNLESS HAS OFFERED THE USERS OF CHITTR: 24 X SLICE OF CHICKEN PITHIVIER > TYPE 'ACCEPT' (2X PER PERSON MAX) ============================================ #food #freetrade
I am often asked if I could forgive even the Empress herself for her part in the suffering of our people. What I think we should be asking, instead, is whether the Empress is capable of redemption. Yes. A thousand times yes. I believe that there is no troll beyond redemption. Were the Empress to walk up to me and ask for guidance in trying to be better, who would I be to deny her that? But she has to want it. We have to want it. You have to want it. That is the difference, the defining factor, at the end of the night. We cannot save those who dig their heels in and refuse to be saved.
I appreciate your maturity. I can see you are wise just from how you type, Citizen. Maturity is hard to come by in these times.
And I, in turn, appreciate your compliment. But I do not consider myself necessarily more mature than anyone else; Merely open to that which I do not already know.
There is no shame in having doubts, insecurities, or fears. I would like to share one of mine, so that you know you are not alone out in this broad reality of ours. Sometimes I find myself caught in my own reflection, wondering; Do I speak for the people because I am the Signless, or am I the Signless because I speak for the people? Where does the line between nature and action lay, and how broad is it? How blurred? I believe I am doing the right thing, and I believe I am doing it for the right reasons. But who am I to say how that defines my character to others?
Well, if I may offer my two caegars on the matter. As someone who has grown up with a8ilities to properly hear the thoughts people reserve to themselves a8out how they perceive me. There is not much you can do a8out how others view you, you will never 8e a8le to take the shape of what any one person wants. If you are convicted in your stances, then you are not an imposter.8ut,I may suggest if you feel it has 8ecome performative, to allow yourself to exist here, not as 'The Signless' 8ut who you are when you are not preaching. I think you feel this way 8ecause you have 8oxed yourself in 8ecoming the person people see you as. 8ut you are not just a legend, 8ut a troll and as much as I respect your wisdom, perhaps you should ask yourself when was the last time you had a casual convers8tion without it feeling it needed a moral to it?
I appreciate your thoughts. I'll ruminate on what you've said, and try to remind myself that for all that I have become a symbol to other trolls, I am still but a troll myself. Thank you.
Hi. Its me. I'm the problem it's me.
Don't say that about yourself...
I have yet another migraine. I have tried a variety of remedies, but if anyone has some more unusual cures, I would be willing to give them a try.
Allow me into your mind, I can simply make you forget you feel it.
I do not seek to forget anything I have ever known, even pain. Merely to reduce its impact on my life.
Your pain threshold can 8e severely increased then. As if it were only a crick in ones neck.
Tempting, but I fear it may have unintended consequences. All the same, I sincerely appreciate the offer.
jus breamember w)(ile u get yo rest: big brot)(a is always watc)(in 3B-)c
I would like to take comfort in this sentiment...
I dreamt I was a flutterbeast, flittering hither and thither, for all intents and purposes a flutterbeast. I was aware only of my happiness as a flutterbeast, unaware that I was myself. Then I awoke, and there I was, certainly myself again. Now I do not know whether I was then a troll dreaming I was a flutterbeast, or whether I am now a flutterbeast, dreaming I am a troll.
⚇ you's a troll, motherfucker. ⚇ thats all you'll ever be. ⚇
Perhaps. But even if that's the case, I think I'd be happy, because to be alive at all is a wonderful thing.
And you can still be a great ally, if you can cast aside the beliefs which drive you to hate me.
⚇ we wont ever be allies, shitblood. ⚇ you asking me to cast aside my family who rose me up, my life which i love, for you? ⚇ that's really motherfucking funny. ⚇
I do not understand why the act of embracing one person equates to discarding another. You can join hands with me, as you have with your family. Happiness does not need to come as a result of hate.
⚇ i don't hate you motherfucker. ⚇ i pity your existence. ⚇ which is why it'll be a gracious mirthful mercy to cull you. ⚇ my only regret is i won't get to be the one to do it. ⚇
We are, all of us, abound with regrets. I hope yours never drag you down. Blessings.
I dream often. I dream of kindness. I dream of a world where no troll is culled for their blood color, where our people are not measured by how well we climb over one another but by how well we pull others higher, where we are united by compassion. I often hear from others that I am naïve, that what I speak of is a fool's dream, that paradise cannot be found for trollkind. But I disagree. I do not dream of paradise; I dream of cooperation, of a willingness to help, of the simple act of reaching out one's hand to another. And sometimes even when I am awake, it still feels as if I am dreaming. Those are the times when I am surrounded by my loved ones; My best friend, my partner, my mother, those who I trust implicitly and who trust me just as much in turn. I do not believe that what I see in my dreams is unattainable, because I already see it plain before me. All we need to do is reach out, again, one hand to the next. That's all it takes.
Signless... Hxw can I hxpe tx reach xut when it feels like nxbxdy wants tx reach back???
iif dreamiing iis your power what are you wiithout iit #socrates
It is my earnest belief that deep down, every troll does want to reach back. But they hold their hands away, or raise them in violence, because they are afraid. Afraid of what it will mean to join hands, afraid to make a change, afraid to hope. All I can say is that you must be brave enough to try, again and again. Love yourself and love others, and in time that love will find those who return it unto you.
They may take our freedom, they may take our neighbors, they may even take our lives, but no troll can rob another of their dreams.
O+ne can get by o+n very little sleep, if they are o+pen to+ seeing The Shado+ws.
O+h, so+ no+w I have to+ be the o+ne who+ argues fo+r seco+nd chances and a tro+lls capacity fo+r gro+wth?
Cubs these days sure are perverted, huh? Not a judgement, just an observation.
I choose to see it as a liberation of their relationships with their bodies.
I'm just so used to it having been in a more private setting, I'm still getting used to this sort of public platform!
I understand that. So long as all trolls involved agree to participating, I see nothing wrong with it. I saw a tag earlier I quite enjoyed; #FreeLove.
ok so like callie explained this vacillation 2 me once but i STILL kinda dont get it..... is it rly that weird? bc i feel like jane and i do it all the time :oo
It's considered socially taboo to many trolls, but I believe it's only natural. A person's feelings are not so easily contained to such a narrow set of labels.