So, this particular post has been making its rounds for a while, and every time I see it, I keep going through it. July 2 - human illusionist. I kept thinking to myself: that's fucking bullshit. There's a set up available for a centaur sky pirate, and my birthday gives me "human illusionist"? Fuck no. But I was feeling rather moody today, and I stumbled upon it again on Tumblr. Repeat cycle of social media angst. I started thinking a little more about it. Human. Illusionist. Human. The only normal thing on the list of possible races, and how often have I lamented the fact that I am nothing more than purely average? There are winners; there are losers, and there are people who just exist. I am thoroughly the third. Illusionist. Someone who's very abilities are meant to hide, disguise, camouflage, and mirage anything they want to those observing. And that, too, is painfully accurate. How often do I obfuscate my feelings, my thoughts, my perspective on a situation? "I'm fine" is my motto as anyone who knows me will testify. Very few, and fewer every day, know the truth of my heart and mind. So, yeah, sometimes, just sometimes, stupid things but a little too close to home. I need to turn my mind off...
