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[bluebeard]

it's kind of sad when, after a lot of time has passed, someone you used to be friends with in high school chats you up and seems to have turned into a complete fluffball.

he reads the auras of tarot cards, has Gabriel -- yes! the archangel! -- sitting on his shoulder, psychically reads dreams, talks to nature spirits, is an elf, separates mind and body willfully to enhance his "powers" (which is, by the way, a talent he learned from having disassociative personality disorder), and he inherited all of this from his parents, who have all the same talents.

wackjob.

[edit]: it wasn't actually high school. it was elementary school; we were in the challenge program together.

Comments

[dom-ino.livejournal.com]

yay, the power of gossip.

[dismalorb.livejournal.com]

Yep. You'd think by being 'round faeries all the time you'd be used to it by now. ;)

[dom-ino.livejournal.com]

eh, faeries don't gossip any more than any other group.

the people I choose to hang around are blissfully free of it.

[dismalorb.livejournal.com]

That's a good thing. I'm glad your experiences with the faeries have been more positive than mine.