Rainbow Dash doesn't enjoy the things she used to anymore.
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C'est la vie.
God this was depressing.
With huge sentences that were a slog to get through.
brilliant
The fact that you managed to get this out into a story with one of your most notable analogues to share tells me that perhaps things aren't nearly so stuck as you feel like they are. I went into this expecting a find a mood piece that was not unlike Just, which was a story where I wasn't able to connect with the brand of nihilism in it, even if I appreciated how it was articulated. When I finished, I still got what was a clearer peek into how things probably feel in Skirtsworld than when I read these two little installments into your 2021 writings. By the second or third paragraph, a handful of the sentences had tugged at my sleeve and refused to let go. As you (and Rainbow Dash) guide on, I found myself having to sit back in my chair 'cause I sure as fuck didn't expect to be slapped in the face with an oh kinda feeling.
I didn't expect to read about how my 2021 has been feeling too. It's only been better in the most sort-of, I-guess, conditions-may-apply, and big-old-*-at-the-end-there possible way compared to 2020, aside from literally one person. Until the New Stories box slapped this story at me, I'd decided that the best possible way to explain the painfully special creative slump, scheduling nightmare, slew of medical issues, and other shenanigans that had been going on this fine year was from one of my favorite books of all time. In The Phantom Tollbooth there is a little place called the Doldrums, and it is usually read like a really easy insert for the possibly endless threat of grating boredom that kids feel when they can't think of what to play next or they're cooped up inside on a summer's day. (Though, the actual usage and location are more extreme.) When there wasn't anything good on TV but there was nothing to do but watch, kids felt the mind-bending frustration timewarp of the Doldrums. All in all, it was the perfect nightmare to encounter on the main character's journey because there is something so specific and suffocating about it. Being stuck in the Doldrums isn't a Lotus Eater trap, it isn't something you can blame on something else, and worst of all, it's not entirely your own fault either. It's just not enough that a full excuse can really be found as to why you're there. The setting is still a trap, and yet, it isn't one that you're completely unwilling to be in for at least part of your duration there.
There is something about that little setting in the book that I always come back to, and had been before this year. I'd never encountered any other perfect snapshot just like it in the writing of adults. Even most adolescent stories of similar feelings didn't have the same kind of dragging sensation of when the protagonist was trapped there. I only started seeing anything that still carried the feelings and related bits ™ to the Doldrums when I learned about executive dysfunction and got slapped with an ADHD diagnosis at nineteen. Suddenly, it made a lot of sense why I hadn't found people my age or older able to articulate that specific kind of hell.
Then 2021 happened, and I started wondering if anyone else felt anything close to this. My whole year had become this incredibly specific feeling and I just... wasn't entirely sure why at first. It sure as hell wasn't constant ADHD issues. Getting to read this was honestly a relief.
We all need some way to vent, and some of us just have less distance between the final medium and the maker. If this is what's best for you, that sure ain't a bad thing. Lately, I haven't had that much to say in long comments at all, which is fine by me. Sometimes I just like to say I enjoyed a story, and that's all there is to it. I don't seek out the mysterious realm of Relatable Fiction, though I do like to let an author know when I've found something in their stories that is relatable. And I hadn't expected this to be it, the story that will probably claim the Long, Personal Comment of 2021 things. Fine by me. I like surprises, so thank you for the story. Big green thumb from me.
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But seriously it was powerful prose and imagery of the existential Dashie.
Um, is this a metaphor for depression? I can ask if you're doing ok, but I don't know what I can do about that from here.
But seriously, I hope you're doing ok.
This was 2020's mood for me. What a wildly bad year that was.
I feel the need to expand on what I said yesterday.
This story is so depressing and hard to get through that it is beautiful. It is a perfect capture of the spiral down into the depths away from your friends and your life. It's not a dive. Never a dive.
It's a slow, slogging, winding path. Every step takes you farther away from where you want to be, but you want to be away from what you want. You want to be so far down that you'll never get out.
But you already said that.
Whether or not it was intentional, this is such a perfect depiction of depression that it can actually make a person depressed. That's not a bad thing. It's actually a really good thing. It's a chance for people that don't feel the struggle to get a glimpse at what some have to go through. And it's a reminder to those of us with the struggle that we're not alone.
Thank you for writing and sharing. I hope you're doing okay. And if you're not, please read this and know that strangers care about you.
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ayyyyy phantom toolbooth appreciator gang gang I'm so glad my mom read that to me I still reread it like once every five years feel like I'm due to reread again. The best pun of all time: the car that goes without saying
also executive dysfunction gang gang. hit me up if you ever wanna talk fighting it strategies and shit
You captured a feeling perfectly that I've been unable to describe to others when they wonder why I never wanted to do anything.
The lesson I learned was to never stop rounding the next corner.
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I still have my copy that I got in middle school back home. I reread whenever I get the fancy, which is about every few years too. It's one of the books that has had a profound influence on me, and I would fight anyone who tried to do anything to that worn old paperback. Well, I'd fight them more than I'd fight most people who tried to mess with my books. I hoard those for nothing.
Sure thing. I'm basically always on discord, so feel free to shoot me a message whenever. I'm at the opposite coast, though. Sometimes my sleep schedule actually reflects that!
Woo, college!10995181
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