Sokka the 78th - [Action/Written]

[markofthewise]

[After ditching Ed in the tunnels, Sokka has had some thinking to do. He's lost Suki and now he's lost Edward. His relationship with other people has seemed strained too. When it comes down to it, he doesn't particularly feel bad about this, but he is worried about ending up alone. Being alone is bad. But then, so is the life he had before. Well, if the journals are good for one thing, it's for sorting out dilemmas without giving yourself away. So he heads to the journal, disguises his handwriting, and asks:]

[Written (Disguised)]

If you were changed in a way that made you happier, but pushed other people away, would it be worth staying that way? I mean, it's not worth it to make yourself miserable just for the sake of other people, right? That'd be ridiculous.

[Yeah. Totally ridiculous. That was stupid of him to even ask. He stares at the page, shakes his head, and pushes it away. Later he'll reply to it, but for now, he decides to do work instead of wallowing in pointless contemplation.

For people who might want Sokka in person, he's up to his usual routine.]

Comments

[Written]

[complicatedliar]

Caring what other people think is truly the path to madness.

[Written]

[markofthewise]

Then this place is full of crazies.

Re: [Written]

[complicatedliar]

I concur.

[Written]

[markofthewise]

So how do you handle it?

Re: [Written]

[complicatedliar]

I stopped caring what they thought. It had become painfully obvious that all of the so-called concern was an effort to remold me into an image they liked better. I've had enough of that.

[Written]

[markofthewise]

I meant on a day to day basis, not about your boring revelation to be a an unbetter person.

[Written]

[complicatedliar]

That is the day to day solution. Don't care. They can go hang if they don't like it.

Moron.

[Written]

[markofthewise]

That's not much of a solution. The not caring is easy, but I think I need a little more out of life than befriending little girls.

Ass.

[Written]

[complicatedliar]

Then I suggest sucking up to the people who want you to change.

Or lying to them flagrantly. That's always fun.

Not up on the current gossip are you? Idiot.

[Written]

[markofthewise]

I'll pass on the former. But I'm pretty good at the second.

Is there better gossip? I already know about your great escape and how well that went. Loser.

[Written]

[complicatedliar]

Then there you have it.

Oh no. I've been called a loser by someone so pathetic he's basically resorted to writing on a bathroom wall because he can't figure out how to solve his own simplistic problems.

Poor thing. You have my pity. Scamper along now.

[Written]

[markofthewise]

So you're not actually as good as this not caring thing as you say you are.

Well, give it time. You'll get there.

[Written]

[complicatedliar]

Did you think I was serious?

Oh dear.

There there.

[Written]

[markofthewise]

Oh darn. I was really looking forward to being able to put that pity up on my wall. I guess I'll have to find something else to admire instead.

[Written]

[complicatedliar]

I've been told I have a lovely bottom.

[Written]

[markofthewise]

You do, but I'm not sure why you're displaying it on the journal right now.

[Written]

[complicatedliar]

Gives you something very admirable to see.

And far more interesting to discuss than your silly little question, come to that.

[Written]

[markofthewise]

I'm getting tons of two types of advice. Over and over. At this point, I'll take anything.

[Written]

[complicatedliar]

I assume me and my luscious bottom is one type. What's the other? Nauseating twaddle about... I don't know, caring and fluffy kittens and blah blah blah?

[Written]

[markofthewise]

Worse. The power of the heart.

[It's terrible, Loki. Terrible.]

[Written]

[complicatedliar]

[Ink blot.

Pen taps.]

...oh my.

My sympathies.

[Making a mental note to avoid Sora, that kid is obviously crazy.]

[Written]

[markofthewise]

It's painful. Not even the ponies are that bad.

[Written]

[complicatedliar]

I tend to find the ponies pleasantly weird. Or at least the pink one. Not... saccharine.

[Written]

[markofthewise]

Does this count as a little girl thing?

[Written]

[complicatedliar]

Little girls like ponies and talk to them in exceedingly high-pitched voices if I recall correctly. It's rather different.