It's just like any other system of belief. You can sit around praying for something, or you can cast more effective hexes, such as "hit this guy with my car," or "actually give him poison."
Lets hope all these internet witches don't learn the power of direct action real magic.
I get what you're going for, but maybe work on the wording? Because my immediate thought was, alright, you lay on the ground and I'll drop a nuclear bomb, and let's see which was more destructive.
My favorite move there when someone points out thing that contradict is to say, "Yes. That's what you were told." Imply there's something mysterious to uncover about why those facts don't gel.
Alternatively: "I'm giving you the real history. That's not what your character knows to be true!"
If I choose to have children, they'll be home-schooled, and their internet use will be entirely supervised until they're older. None of this, hand-a-toddler-a-tablet nonsense.
I do a facial once a week. I do microdermabrasion once a week. I can't stress enough that I hate the sun. I'm sorry if that isn't your experience, but it happens. I'd share a picture of my face, but I'm trying not to completely dox myself.
Eta: And lots of water. Gotta drink lots of water.
But I am an author, and take control of this story. Ralph does not understand fear. His existence was short, his history nonexistent, his understanding of the world and his place within it unreal, characterized by the agony of going from non-being, to screaming awareness all in an instant.
The author has returned Ralph to the imaginary realm from which he sprang, freeing him, and any unwitting victims who witnessed his short, confusing reality.
Truly, the only monster here was the first narrator, a casual god who created Ralph only to serve as an instrument of suffering.
I know you're claiming it's not possible but I'm 38, I've done mostly night shifts and stayed out of the sun, I moisturize religiously and have since I was a teen, and I don't smoke and barely drink (ADHD meds don't play nice with alcohol).
I'm wrinkle-free.
Now compare to my sister, a few years older than me, used to tan growing up by laying out and getting a sunburn, has smoked since we were teens. Insanely wrinkled. Big, deep wrinkles.
This happens. I think the other person was being flippant and dismissive but... it happens!
God, thank you. I have a long history of trauma such that 'jokes' about an unfun, unhealthy life aren't fucking funny when they could be a cry for help in 'joke' form. I'd much rather offer someone who's 'joking' the support they might be too afraid to ask for than to 'laugh' at a 'joke' about a bad time.
This is entirely alien to me, and I can't understand it, but... As long as you're happy? I hope you are. For the most part, at least. If someone insisted on talking at me for long periods I'd lose my dang mind.
I support any woman having access to whatever she needs to manage their menstruation, because they're fucking awful. But I've never personally been a fan of putting anything in there for any extended period. I assume anything we use for this purpose is poison, since science didn't even treat women as people who exist until relatively recently.
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I'll give it a shot. Thanks!
Every time it happens I shake my phone and yell, "Just let me give you money!!"