I wonder if I got amnesia if I would still be kind? If I would still be conscious and considerate? If the things I have worked so hard to teach myself to be would still be there, or if I would forget them like so many other lessons.

I hope that if I ever forget who I am that I don’t forget who I’m trying to be.

I have spent years of my life working to be a better person. To be aware of my flaws. To apologize even if it’s embarrassing. I was not raised in an environment that was necessarily patient or nice. I try to be positive in my daily life but it’s certainly an effort. But it’s an effort worth making!


I don’t want to ever go back to who I was. I hope I never do. I think that would be very distressing even if I didn’t remember.

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Idea for a Generic Medieval Fantasy Setting: The characters refer to their nameday as an apparent stand-in for birthdays, celebrating it annually according to their respective preferences and perhaps family customs, as one does. People talk about things that happened before someone's time as having gone down "before you were named", someone grievously insults an opponent on the battlefield by going "your mother should never have named you." So with the way naming is always talked about, as a reader you start to somewhat assume from context clues that these people have some sort of a taboo about the word "birth" or something, and naming is used as some sort of an euphenism to avoid naming the process in which people come into the world.

Then somewhere halfway through the story it turns out that in this setting, people aren't named immediately after being born. This is a semi-realistic-gritty fantasy setting, after all. Due to the somewhat high infant mortality, to at least somewhat soften the blow of potentially losing a child, babies just aren't named before the parents are pretty confident that the kid is going to survive. The naming ceremony is where a baby is officially aknowledged as an entire individual, a member of the family and a legally existing person, instead of just a gurgling extension of the mother who may or may not disappear from this world. And that timespan between birth and being named is - depending on the situation and the family - somewhere between 1-4 years.

And suddenly the whole bunch of annoyingly-too-mature teenagers and other weird remarks about age start making sense in hindsight. The heroine protagonist who celebrated her 16th nameday at the start of the story is actually 19 years old. The wild difference in maturity between two characters who were both named the same year wasn't just a difference in backgrounds, The Rich Idiot isn't just rosy-cheeked and naive due to being sheltered growing up, but actually literally years younger than a peasant "of the same age". A character who's sickly and was frequently remarked to look much older than their years hasn't just been harrowed by their illness, but was not named before the age of seven because their parents didn't think they'd survive.

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calvin and hobbes is my favorite comic strip ever

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[ begin id: a black and white panel from the Calvin and Hobbes comic series. The panel shows Calvin sitting in his desk at school, with one hand braced on the desk and the other raised into a fist as he leans forward, shouting “I got 75% of the answers correct, and in today’s society, doing something 75% right is outstanding! If government and industry were 75% competent, we’d be ecstatic!”  / end id ]