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soatok@furry.engineer ("Soatok Dreamseeker") wrote:
I've lost friends over the years. It'd be a little weird if I hadn't lost enemies too.
I'm not religious, so any notion of "seeing them again" is of little comfort.
Rather, I see them in myself.
When I feel compelled to buy strangers a meal at a convention, just so they don't have to worry about finances for a brief moment, mostly I'm doing that on a whim. And because it's a nice thing to do. And because my career affords me the privilege to ease others' burdens occasionally.
But also, because I remember Frisk. Both how he lived and how he died. His mourning his ex who died from drunk driving. His inheriting a small fortune while wishing he could trade all the money away for one more good day with his late grandmother. His dream of turning that windfall into helping furries. His dream cut short by medical issues caused by his earlier years of excessive alcohol use.
And remembering how I found out the news. His bf making Frisk's death all about him instead.
Sometimes, I feel hate, too.