[Hymn #21]

[nightcrossed]

Well, that wasn't so bad. I could have done without sweeping, but learning the proper way to prepare tea was interesting enough. I never knew it was such a complicated process or that I had been doing it completely wrong all this time. It's a little embarrassing... I guess I'm not very graceful...

[Tear conveniently leaves out the part about her shoulders, arms, and fingers being stiff from working all day. You might not want to touch her. (You probably shouldn't either way.)]

I've been thinking on things again. It seems like some of the residents are trying to make a new life on this island and others are clinging to the past they can't remember...

What do I want to do? There doesn't seem to be a right or best decision.

Do I want to search for yesterday's me?
Or do I want to simply start over?
Or do I want to incorporate aspects of both of those people?

The problem is not knowing who I was or what I did. There's the possibility that I won't even approve of her (ie. the person I was) after meeting new people and experiencing different things here. At the same time, however, I don't think I can abandon her. Not only is she directly related to the person I am now (...I mean, she must be, logically speaking...), but there's also the fact that I will inevitably remember who she was and what was important to her. As for both? I don't know. I have no desire to contradict myself and I feel that's entirely possible. Then again, I've probably said hypocritical things already.

I have to wonder if people are waiting for me back home. I keep dreaming about Van. What would my brother be doing if he was in my situation, and has he even noticed my disappearance? (Do we even disappear?)

There's not much point in worrying about it, but it's difficult to ignore questions like this.

Anyway.

Mokona suggested that I try a fruit dish next. I was leaning towards pineapples or strawberries since I experimented with apples last time. Does anyone remember any of their favorite dishes from home?

Also, it seems like a family of birds have made a nest in one of the hanging baskets outside the cafe. They're really lively and seem to be singing all the time. I think the eggs will probably hatch soon. (I'm no expert, but...) Please be mindful of them if you visit the cafe, since I don't want them to abandon their eggs. I bet the chicks will be really fluffy and adorable. <3

Comments

[frumpyface.livejournal.com]

You can't start a new life entirely. Memories return, as I said. It's simply foolish to cling to a life that you know nothing about, at least at first. The trick, as you remember more, is to find a balance, depending on your memories. You may want to go back to your home, you may find this a better place to be. But it makes no sense to neglect the chance you have in the present for what you had in the past.

[a-severed-fate.livejournal.com]

[Sigh.] This is all starting to make my head hurt. Either way, I don't like it. I guess I'll just have to do what I can.

...this is going to sound rude, but haven't I met you before...?

[frumpyface.livejournal.com]

Erk. Please dispense with the obligatory shock and confusion.

[a-severed-fate.livejournal.com]

...
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...oh! Oh, I apologize.

I thought you were a woman the first time I met you. The moonlight must have been playing tricks on me.

[frumpyface.livejournal.com]

...no worries. I seem to be getting that reaction a lot lately.

[a-severed-fate.livejournal.com]

You mean...?

Did something happen?

I guess that's none of my business anyway. I appreciate your advice, though.

[frumpyface.livejournal.com]

Pay it no mind; I ramble on occasion.

[a-severed-fate.livejournal.com]

As do I.

Though, I imagine you've already come to that conclusion on your own.

[frumpyface.livejournal.com]

I felt it would have been rude to say so, milady.

[a-severed-fate.livejournal.com]

Well, yes, but, honesty is always best. At least that's what I think.

[Tear is brutally honest half the time anyway.]

[frumpyface.livejournal.com]

Honesty has its place next to tact. Choosing your words can be just as important as choosing your weapon.

[a-severed-fate.livejournal.com]

Is tact so important...?
I mean, if one can't accept the truth, then...

Well. Perhaps I've been a little too harsh with people in the past.

[frumpyface.livejournal.com]

It's not so much of an acceptance of truth as it is learning when to pick your battles. You cannot bludgeon your way through a compromise.

[a-severed-fate.livejournal.com]

...
...
Ah.

I'll have to work on that.

[frumpyface.livejournal.com]

Ha... Erk, you dolt, there was no reason to do that.

...my apologies. It wasn't my intention to upset you.

[a-severed-fate.livejournal.com]

I'm not upset, really.

I think that I actually have been making mountains out of molehills. Not only that, I've reacted strongly against things that didn't warrant such a strong reaction.

I may simply be trying to pick a fight with an enemy that isn't there. Instead, I should be supporting everyone, not focusing on my own insecurities.

[frumpyface.livejournal.com]

Sometimes, we simply can't help who we are, I suppose.

[a-severed-fate.livejournal.com]

That doesn't make me feel any better...

[frumpyface.livejournal.com]

If who you are doesn't make you feel good, nothing I say is going to change that.

[a-severed-fate.livejournal.com]

You're right, of course.

It's my responsibility, and something I will have to change myself.