u/In_Leaves

Could you believe I was going for a tacky tin-tan joke ?
(I am really sorry about this)

Mine is...don't mess with my titles. They literally always serve to contribute to my central narrative. That's my principle. So when I send them to my mom so she can correct them (she's competent, she's a schoolteacher) it just sends me irate when she chooses to just change the title to something...literally correct, when I was going for metaphoric.
Example : A story about some alpinist trying to climb the K2 because of a dumb mistake, and being resurrected in a physically impossible sanctuary, at 7871 meters, by three beautiful and friendly girls who control the place. I titled it "The muses of the God of Death". After correction, it became "The K2 expedition"
Like what the heck, mom ? Yes, it is correct. Technically. But it's not the point of the story, Mom, read the atmosphere !
Sorry for the rant.

When I was in high school, around 2004 I think ? My high school enrolled me into the handball team. Honestly, training was fun. Handball is a cool sport, no question. Problem is...I'm a small girl, and the selectioner appointed me as the goal keeper. I did my job, and we won the match, but...There was that one girl who was the main attacker, and by jove, she was a living missile. I stopped her shot, but at the cost of spraining my right wrist. Man was it painful. I practically couldn't move my hand for two weeks afterwards.
But, well, it was a game. No meaning in blaming her for being physically stronger than me.

I wrote 075 when I was in IT school, during lunch break. Posted in on 4chan, on the 173 thread. It was fun !

If you don't believe me, I don't think it really matters. I don't seek fame, I'm just glad it still exists.

So.
As said in the title, I was eight and that was 1995. Me and my father were invited to the wedding of a distant relative, and it was rather grandiose, set in an ancient renaissance-style manor and sprawling garden. It was the stereotype of good society all around,. Vows were exchanged, the happy marriage sealed, the kiss the bride moment, the works.
Then came the party. Violin solos, champagne, and truth or dares. The bride went with truth, and, adorably, said she loved all animals.
I remembered that, and when, very late at night, I went to wander through the gardens, I saw a mouse scuttering about in a dried up fountain. I thought, "Hey, that should make a nice gift for the bride !"
Catching it wasn't easy, since I only had my hands, but after half an hour, I managed it. I cradled the mouse in my hands, gently, but when I came to the bride to present it...
It had died of panic. And not in a peaceful manner. It had vomited its blood through every orifice. I genuinely had no idea. It made no difference. The bride's shriek interrupted the festivities instantly. Me and Dad were expelled on the spot. The next day, I was formally declared Persona Non Grata by that branch of the family.

Sometimes, we humans do forget that for 99% of species on earth, we are megafauna.

So.
As said in the title, I was eight and that was 1995. Me and my father were invited to the wedding of a distant relative, and it was rather grandiose, set in an ancient renaissance-style manor and sprawling garden. It was the stereotype of good society all around,. Vows were exchanged, the happy marriage sealed, the kiss the bride moment, the works.
Then came the party. Violin solos, champagne, and truth or dares. The bride went with truth, and, adorably, said she loved all animals.
I remembered that, and when, very late at night, I went to wander through the gardens, I saw a mouse scuttering about in a dried up fountain. I thought, "Hey, that should make a nice gift for the bride !"
Catching it wasn't easy, since I only had my hands, but after half an hour, I managed it. I cradled the mouse in my hands, gently, but when I came to the bride to present it...
It had died of panic. And not in a peaceful manner. It had vomited its blood through every orifice. I genuinely had no idea. It made no difference. The bride's shriek interrupted the festivities instantly. Me and Dad were expelled on the spot. The next day, I was formally declared Persona Non Grata by that branch of the family.

Sometimes, we humans do forget that for 99% of species on earth, we are megafauna.

Let's be real. I simply cannot control my sleep cycle. Most of the time, I fall asleep during the day, but it's really just unpredictable. It's become a bit distressing lately. Because it means that not only can I not say when I fall asleep, it also means I can't tell when I stay awake. It's seriously unpredictable.

Anyway, peace to you all.