#just like Ann I do not know anything about poros

[paenseo]

Her gaze hadn't left the adorable white fluffy creature in front of her since she first saw it. Was she.. the only one seeing this .. ? Was she perhaps going crazy .. ? None other seemed to be paying attention to the animal ( ? ) in front of her.

She crouched down, allowing her to inspect @snugglyporos better. The horns and wool resemble that of a sheep, but wasn't it.. too small to be one ? It could've been a lamb, but she was preeeetty sure that lambs look less round and floofy and didn't have this amount of wool yet. Maybe.. it's like a pomsky ? Simply a miniature version of a sheep ?

So many questions yet no answer was given. So she decided to risk it and with index finger extended, she simply gives it a gentle and careful poke.

[macksting]

Let’s put on some World Hoppers

I sometimes have to take in some piece of media or another to process my feelings on a real event, especially by watching someone else feel a thing that I have trouble giving myself permission to feel. It's why my favorite film is Omoide Poro Poro a.k.a. Only Yesterday; even before I knew what it was about, it gave me countless opportunities to feel things I needed permission to feel, be it a sense of loss for a girl childhood (or just a less traumatic childhood) I never had, or a wish to have something I hadn't been told I could want. Makoto Kino is a tough girl, tall and socially ostracized; she is so tall that there are no school uniforms in her size, and as such she stands out despite genuine efforts and wishes to not be seen as strange or different. She is an orphan, and lives alone, and has missed out on many normal experiences of childhood. She is called boyish, because she can fight very well, and because she is not afraid to do so when it is right to do so. She also has a very vulnerable heart. From her earliest introduction, Makoto is tough, yet also the walking wounded, heartbroken and in recovery yet unwilling to see anyone else suffer needlessly. If Makoto is allowed to have a broken heart from being deceived and trampled by one who she loved, I am too, but I needed to experience it by seeing someone else feel it, because I do not trust my own feelings, my own motives, or my own merits. No small amount of that's the OCD. I am simply driven to disbelieve that I am not, at heart, awful.* My heart was recently trampled, in such a way that it was hard not to believe that it was simply hir response to my own terrible faults. None sie would tell me, none I knew, but with a sudden sharp cruelty that implied that simply being around me was so hazardous that sie couldn't bear even those sie knew to be around me, let it endanger hir or everyone else. I could barely dare feel anything but self-loathing from it myself. But when it happens to Makoto, it's different. When it happens to other people, even or especially real people, it's different. I can look at that person and say, why should that matter? Who's perfect? Nobody I know deserves this. * Another thing Omoide Poro Poro has: Taeko ultimately feels like a monster and a fraud, and that anyone who knew what she's *really* like would know it. It doesn't help that she's certainly not known well enough yet; her send-off is pickled onions, somehow the culmination of every food she's told she should want and doesn't. That would be her going-away gift, and is perhaps a sign that she shouldn't leave, but is certainly a sign that she's staying with people who barely know her. Addendum: I bet I could find a lot of this in Anne Of Green Gables, too. With trivial ease, I bet. Yup, right there, chapter 22, Anne returns from tea with Mrs. Allen so very impressed with her and saying to Marilla that she can’t be naturally good like some people are, and will never be able to make as good a go of being a good person as others. A natural extension of the history she describes in chapter 5, where anything bad that happens to her isn’t really such a big deal, and “Oh, they meant to be—I know they meant to be just as good and kind as possible.”