It’s funny to see fanfics where the “I alone am the honored one” line by Gojo is taken so seriously.
They put it in like it’s a dramatic proof of power acknowledged by the universe or something Gojo regularly quips in his mental narrative when it’s literally just him quoting Gautama Buddha on one occasion.
It’s a brief moment of casual blasphemy from a character established to be arrogant as fuck during a power-trip.
It’s the JJK equivalent of “Bigger than Jesus” and I can never take it seriously when I read it in fanfics.
Extremely random thought for your Wednesday (or Thursday, depending): I just encountered the term alexinomia for the first time and now I'm so so fascinated (and also laughing about the fact that there's unintentionally a name in the term for apprehension of speaking names).
But I've always felt that way? I RARELY use people's names. Rarely. It effects both talking to people and talking about them, but usually only the former. And its more pronounced with people I care deeply about - the more deeply, the less likely I am to use it. As an example, I don't remember the last time I said my partner's name to them and I think the total instances could probably be counted on one hand in the entirety of our ten year relationship.
It's not always a good indicator of affection though, because sometimes I'll push past that deliberately as a mark of emotion. But that's like.... terrifying lmao
There's just something so bizarrely intimate about names??
Since reading it I've been confounded by that element of it being more difficult the closer the person is. I read a few articles and it seems like there are widely ranging opinions on the topic as a whole (wide enough to toss the lot out imo) and for me at least, I don't think it's social anxiety. It doesn't feel trauma based. It's not my shotty memory. It's just... very specific. And it feels about connection.
I was explaining this to my partner and I think I figured it out, at least for me:
Names (any name a person feels intense connection with, given or chosen) feel intimate to me. Period.
And using one feels like striking that intimacy intentionally.
And I'm careful about that.
But I also think (and maybe in weird for this), the way you feel about a person is usually evident in the way you say their name. Not necessarily the inflection or circumstance, although sometimes. Something about the syllables? I don't know. It feels transparent most of the time.
Which, if true for other people, means saying someone else's name is revealing about my own feelings toward them and however much affection is (or isn't) behind it. Which is why people who are closer are often harder. It's more vulnerable. It's easy to say someone's name when, in my mind, they are at arms length, when I don't care about how they receive or how much they reciprocate.
Idk, that's such a strange social phenomenon and now I'm curious if other people experience this too and if it's for the same reason?
So love and affection is an aspect of The Corruption. And Nurgle, the Warhammer Chaos God of Disease and Decay and All Things Eww, is also tightly associated with love. I wonder if this commonality is due to the long-buried child perception of "Love is Icky" subconsciously manifesting into a horror author's brainstorming board or if it's just a coincidence.
Edit: It's probably just the connection to the word "toxic" or "unhealthy" but I'm allowed to overanalyse.
Somehow I can’t help but dread this. The tick-tocking of time, seconds into minutes into hours into days into weeks into months into… an end. The end of my teen years. How terrifying.
In my native tongue, twenty-somethings are called “two-headed.” It gave child-me a funny image, of myself suddenly growing an extra head. It gives 19-me a fear that I won’t grow that new head in time. That I won’t grow mature enough in time.
I’m a shambling mess made of shame and sleep and tears and I’m turning 20.
The tick-tocking clock hand marches one step at a time towards the prime of a human’s life and I worry that I can’t keep up.
