Xara B. Williams
“ Creativity is Intelligence having fun “
When’s in Society
"My name is Tally Youngblood..." "M A K E M E P R E T T Y" X A R A W I L L I A M S When in Society: Uglies by Scott Westerfeld
The Noonday Demon
The Noonday Demon By: Xara B. Williams It is one of the most supreme normalcy of life for The Human to endure trauma or tragedy one way or another and in any shape or form. Also common is the fallacious ideology of “getting over” this trauma. It is ignorantly believed that one could fall prey to the Noonday Demon (1) and simply shrug off its clutches and continue about their lives, and this dangerous belief leaves victims vulnerable to the shock of realizing the truth. The truth being, one does not ‘get over depression.’ One does not 'escape’ its emotional upset. One never ‘gets over depression’ because it is the significant loss of happiness and the privation cannot simply be forgotten. We as humans strive for the Ultimate Happiness, or at least a semblance of the feeling, and when this is stripped from our grasp, taken away from our embraces for even just a moment, we are left traumatised and scrambling for any means of coping. Surviving. But this sound loss fuels us with a means to fight for our happiness. This is the long term effect of the Noonday Demon.
The Necromancer Promethean Thomas III For those who desire to delve into the precipice of death with the obsession of the human's fear, the desolate room of research of Promethean Thomas III would do ideally for you. For none such place can prove analogous as this here room in which he resided befitting that of his so called entitlement. For Promethean Thomas III had felt it only purgatory for the Goddess, God or mystical Pegasus to have placed him on this plane with air to breathe, lungs to transpire, so on and so forth and yet plague him with a dire need to fear aspects unbeknown to him. This constant state of psychological liminality provoked him sorely. For on one side he was living through all the tools provided an organism to live and the other side, Promethean felt he'd already been dead.
Five’s an Asshole
Some people seem to believe that three's the lucky number of the single-digit bunch, but I? I disagree. I think that five's the real clock cruncher, and here's why. Ever been at a dead end before? I'm not talking some metaphoric "I-don't-know-what-to-do-with-my-life-right-now" dead end, but a real physical dead end. Well, I have and excuse the cliché psychological outlook, but it sucked, and the very reason why I felt so down about bucking up at a dead end when I could've just simply turned around and found another way, got me thinking which lead me to my theory. So, five's my dead end. We commonly associate the number three with a limitation. Whether it's 'Third time's a charm!", or "You get three wishes, and three wishes only', three is where we set our eyes to, and so little numbers after just get forgotten. But five to me is important, because when we reach five, we realize that we've gone two too many over our limitations. We realize that we've been taken for granted, and so we gather and remove ourselves from the situation which brought us to five in the first place. I had a crush on the same kid for five years, and throughout those five years, I would let him treat me however he pleased. I lost sense of who I was, and so I was just his. By the fifth year coming, he got a girlfriend and I had gone through this revelation that was so shocking and surprising, but at the same time eye opening. I had realized how just plain stupid I looked chasing after this guy, and letting him walk over me for five years who was now in a relationship and still referring to me as just his "friend." The fifth year brought on a cruel revelation, so much so it felt like a physical boundary. But without that dead end, I would've still been kissing at the kid's feet looking like a complete idiot. So, five's an asshole for letting it get that far, but was also important because it served as a reminder that three is the damn limit, and hell would freeze over before I forget that. So, don't forget your five, because then you'd end up like me— Kissing the feet that in turn would walk all over you.