Magical

[jineris]

When we were young, we wanted the world to be a more magical place.  For many/most of us, it was what drew us together.  It was how we found each other in new places with strangers.  There wasn't a lot we could do, but we did what we could by telling stories, and we sure wished life could be more dramatic, gorgeous, and cool.

Now, that is a pressure

Comments

[homais]

You've pretty much heard my story on this, and it hasn't fundamentally changed sine last we spoke: I do it a lot more than I used to. When I was a kid, I guess I didn't dare to dream that I might be able to do something about wanting a more magical, meaningful, etc world. Even the fantasy stories I told were, in a way, modest and circumscribed

[anonymous]

(Saw this as a chat status, so I thought I'd comment

[pandoradeloeste]

I was never very dissatisfied with my life as a kid, so I never wanted magic as an escape.It was the exact opposite with me. I had a decent enough life as a kid - no physical or mental extreme hardships to speak of, I wasn't abused, I didn't have a life-threatening illness/watch someone else have one/have anyone die on me until I was in my teens - but I was always into fantasy. As far back as I can remember I was constantly pretending I was other people (usually cartoon characters, I didn't make up new people to be) and dragging my parents along for the ride. And when I read my first book where a character lives in the "real world" and develops magical abilities (it was "Matilda" by Roald Dahl, actually), HOLY GOD did I want that shit. Wanted it like a starving man wants ice cream and steak. Wanted it so badly I stopped reading during lunch and started practicing moving pencils and crayons with my mind. I got teased mercilessly for it, and I never managed to make anything move (obviously, or y'all would know about it by now

[2_ragged_claws]

I've been meaning to reply to this for awhile, and I'm still not sure how to compose my thoughts