I'm gonna give you curious anons!!!! 1. Do you celebrate any holidays this time a year? If so, how do you celebrate? 2. Who is your favourite Steven universe character? 3. If you had the ability to provide the animal with all its natural needs and habitat, which animals would you like to have as a pet/live close enough for them to be able to bond with you? 4. What was a heartwarming moment of 2016 and do you have any funny andcdotes from 2016?
Do you celebrate any holidays this time a year? If so, how do you celebrate? I was raised with Christmas but I say happy holidays to everyone. I still celebrate Christmas but it’s just appointed gift giving day for me. I usually do a tree, some minor decorations, and have a relaxation day. Usually I’ll arrange some kind of holiday dinner with my mom but that’s about it. I tried celebrating/having dinner with my dad’s side of the family to reconnect after he passed away but it turned out to be a pit of judgement, constant defensive awareness, and being left out because I was too much trouble. I now try and do things like that on my time and just enjoy the time with my fiancee.
Who is your favourite Steven universe character? I have to pick one? How about my top three because reasons. Pearl because she’s me on the inside. I obsess, I’m picky, and I want everything in their proper place where I deem them to be. In other words, I can be so anal I disgust myself some days. Lapis because she seems so sweet. I know feeling broken and discarded so I connect with that. I also love how she gives absolutely zero fucks. Finally, Peridot because she’s short and a tech wiz. How she interacts with the world is more often than not how my brain processes everything. Is it efficient? No? Can it be? No? Why do we need this? The thought train is endless. So many times I have to remind myself to chill the fuck out and compromise. What’s worse is my high standards for everyone are the same impossible ones I hold for myself. Needless to say, I make myself angry a lot.
If you had the ability to provide the animal with all its natural needs and habitat, which animals would you like to have as a pet/live close enough for them to be able to bond with you? Red foxes. I mean, there are so many I’d choose. Ravens, all sorts of foxes, bears, kangaroo, raccoons... Hell, I’d Doctor Doolittle the shit out of it if I could. But I feel really attached and quite strongly about red foxes in particular. Side anecdote: I always had trouble figuring out my “spirit animal” as a kid and swapped between everything under the sun. I didn’t settle on foxes until high school which I learned nobody sells fox anything!!! No plushies, ornaments, figures... I hated it. I’ve found more foxes since then but when I really wanted a fox plushie, no one sold them.
What was a heartwarming moment of 2016 and do you have any funny anecdotes from 2016? Well, I think we can all agree 2016 has royally sucked. Despite that, it had some nice moments. Admittedly, I’m finding it hard to find much heartwarming or anecdotal in 2016... So how about I tell you a story.
As many are in high school, I was awkward. We get lost in it all, trying to sort out the new social pecking order and where we fit in the grand scheme of teenage bullshit and I was certainly no different. In fact, at my school, I was only cool because I had a wheelchair and the wheelchair kids were cool because you could ride on them. Did I let them ride on my chair? I was a total numpty and did, yeah. Though I did nearly throw a few over my shoulder if they didn’t ask or they were assholes. This allowed me to interact with a little bit of everyone and made my life a little easier as any who were cruel enough to pick on me were met with some of the most influential students in the school. I had all that support but I really wanted to be one of the goths. No joke, I wore black everything and got laughed at for it. It didn’t take long for me to realize that whatever I was doing, it wasn’t working. Yet, in one of the tribes I hung out with, I saw a friend hanging out with this guy that looked he dressed in rags and pinned patches to himself. His hair was bleached as well as spiked and he had triple the piercings I wanted to have at the time. All that and he seemed so free. I just wanted to say hi but never found the courage in four years. As much as I wished it was, that moment wasn’t my introduction to punk. In truth, punk found me after I borrowed music from my mom. It was some compilation CD and I’d play “You’ve Got To Die For The Government” by Anti-Flag on repeat as I went to my after school tabletop role playing sessions at an all-you-can-eat pizza place. In that moment, I felt like what I assumed that guy dressed in patches and had triple the piercings I wanted must have felt. I fashioned myself as Captain Anarchy himself. Yet it was an illusion that didn’t work for me and the feeling didn’t last past graduation. Once again, I was lost in it all. Transferring to college, finding a new tribe to cling to, drowning in all the homework I didn’t want to do and more. I was awkward and unsure of everything but all I wanted to do was be an artist and I had to convince everyone I stumbled across how I thought I could do it. Yet, I couldn’t. I gave up a lot of things I loved to have a job and not move back with my parents after living with the lovely lady I call the Missus after only two years. Then I gave up college all together. Thus I started my seven year sentence as a hermit in my own home. My crime? A ten year old wheelchair in failing condition without nearly enough funds to hope for repairs. Seven years seems like a long time and it feels infinitely longer with creeping depression. Yet I found the light at the end of that tunnel this year. I got a brand new wheelchair to replace the last one that had been barely hanging on in 2009, I started my first semester back at school, and totally kicked ass. I even surprised myself. Yet, in looking at all the things I lost and forgot, I found something far more important. Sure, I’m still drawing and painting but I went to my first punk show earlier this year, bringing me full circle to the band that started it all for me, and found my soul again. It’s been a guiding light that has been more helpful than I used to think it was and with it came all the things I want to fight for. 2016 has really sucked but I feel comfortable with who I am and what I’m doing. Yet, more importantly, I feel free.