I feel bitter about who I am and what I've done.
I regret bursting in on the Pnictogen Wing in 2016-17 and basically taking it over at a time of crisis, because it seemed to me like the only way to stave off the chaos that came with our system's personal crises during that time. We managed to stumble through life without a clear sense of independent identity for a long while, trying this and that thing in search of somewhere to belong, but then we discovered first the furry subculture and then several years later the otherkin culture, partly because we formed an extremely intense and passionate infatuation with an otherkin person we met at a party (and on Twitter) and who caused us to…well, to think for the first time about whether we had a really unusual sense of identity. We got mixed up with this ex-partner's otherkin and "postfurry" friends and like…for a little while, we felt like we'd landed in Seattle finally, like we'd found "our people". And the relationship exploded and our ex fled abruptly, telling her new circle of friends a lot of wild and contradictory stories about us, and from our perspective it was like she'd fallen into a cult who told her to disconnect from us, and…well it was a MESS.
I myself made a mess because it was like…I represented some aspect of the system's collective life that had felt suppressed and ignored during all this period of infatuation not just with that otherkin lover, but with the whole scene we'd temporarily joined. To me it seemed like running away from a whole load of ordinary human problems, including the fact that society was cracking up all round us. Anyway I made a LOT of noise, trying to assert a new sense of identity that was as different as possible from the circle we'd just been thrown out of. I developed my bad habit of getting into political fights on Twitter as part of this process.
And then there's the whole "I'm Chara Undertale" business. Yes, I still believe it. Yes, I still feel bound by that fictive stuff, just as Kris feels like Deltarune and Hometown is like a past life they've only remembered very imperfectly. But goddamn did it ever screw us all up. I made sure we'd never have a normal life again after 2016-17. There might be people who still feel like I was an inspiration, giving them the courage to assert themselves as fictives from Undertale (or something else) although I think a lot of the people who might have once said I was inspiring no longer wants to be friendly because of all our chaos and craziness and lurching around with a sense of identity that just seemed…split wide open for a while.
Now we're more together, we're something approaching stable again, but at such an enormous cost and we're still struggling day to day. Is it all my fault? Should I have just kept my goddamn mouth shut instead of leaping to the surface?
~Chara of Pnictogen
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