I realised that a kintype I was really passionate about was over, and not really fitting. After like 3 years! 😭 Of really passionate times. Later, it really seemed like I just roleplayed all these years..! That identity was formed due to shock and hard times, and when that shock and hard times were over, I realised that there was nothing, nothing left in common now.
But those years, they felt nice at the time. BUT after analyzing, it just felt as the life lied to me, I never was that kintype truly!!😭 That was a temporary coping mechanism! Copinglink? Though I was SO SURE that it meant something more stable. Felt like I lied to myself all these years.
There was an evening, I remember it well, I was mourning this loss... I know now that life isn't monotonous, anything can change, but when you strongly see something so vividly, so passionately, and then it's lost - it really feels like a worldview betrayal... If starting everything with the lighthearted thought like "ah, for sure it will be a short cool time, cause somewhere later my life will change and that part will be over", then where's the point in getting anything passionate. 😔 I really thought that kintype would be stable...
I had a separate sideblog too, where I shared my stories, and what can I do on that blog now? "Hey guys, that person was foolishly fantasizing, pretending, she never was that kintype at heart, that.was.all.false..."
I'm not to simply say "it's valid and okay, everyone's changing, it's cool!" I want to say that I get it, it can be painful to realize, it can hurt. But at the time, we had that period of life where it meant the whole world. I thank those kintype years for helping me. Those times weren't useless. Those times had their own meaning, to make us feel better.