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Im writing an expanded essay from my post about Love, Vulnerability and Blindfolds in jjk.
I need help answering these questions
Love
What is love?
How is love seen in (mainstream) society?
How is love thought of by allo people (people who're not a-spec)?
How is love thought of by a-spec people?
How is love represented in jjk?
What do the characters of jjk think of love?
What do they say about it?
Blindfolds
What is a blindfold?
What does it do?
How is it used?
Who wears them?
Why are they important?
Who do the characters of jjk associate blindfolds with?
Why is it/that character important?
Vulnerability
What does it mean to be vulnerable?
How does mainstream society see vulnerability?
Who seems to be (the most) vulnerable in society/jjk?
What does the protag/mento Gojo Satoru think of vulnerability?
What does Ryomen Sukuna think if vulnerability?
What does he do when faced with vulnerability?
Has he ever been vulnerable before?
Answer any and all questions youd like. I'm just gonna write an extended essay on the topic
Do you dislike me?
Is the question that won’t stop pervading my heart. My senses. My rationality. Slowly disintegrating my internal defenses.
Stoic. That’s what I used to think I was. But I don’t know how I can appear that way. Whenever my gaze settles on you, I can feel all sense of logic start to decay.
I might seem like a pervert, But I’ve been looking at you. No matter how many times I try to find fault, I end up falling deeper – what a fool.
I don’t have time for a relationship.
There’s so many, too many Barriers in the way. But my thoughts of you, of us, They seem to hold far too much sway.
You’re so out of my league, But still, my delusional mind, Can’t help but imagine what it’d be like To have our fingers intertwined.
You and I can’t manage. Won’t manage. We won’t have any time.
What am I saying? Why do I assume you’ll say ‘yes?’ It’s unreciprocated, where I know you are for whom I pine.
I’m hanging on your every word. And I know this isn’t great or healthy. But I keep thinking about you, And it turns my legs into jelly.
After a year of thinking, Of squirming, All this aching and burning. I’m finally readily admitting.
I’m absolutely smitten with you.
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Whumpee, after miraculously surviving a WEEK of being held captive, suffering unimaginable torture and trauma being dropped off, literally dropped off - limp and lifeless on the ground outside caretaker's home.
Caretaker, who has been worried sick while whumpee was missing, discovering the mess they're left in. Calling out all their housemates to help check for a pulse and gently pull whumpee indoors and care for them.
“After the determined caterpillar climbs its heights and death defyingly dangles from its limbs and commits to a CrossFit Games effort to cocoon itself… there is nothing to say that its cocooned transformation is painless. In a state too vulnerable for the everyday elements it exists in, left with a shield like barrier and itself, it submits itself to a process that literally resculpts its entire being. And there is no evidence that it just slumbers peacefully; or basks - spa like - im a sauna of in-depth and intrinsic and intimate transformation. Physically and mentally. This being is being equipped to fly. One, that could only walk, is now expected to be adept to and have the awareness of one whose means of transports is inexperienced and virtually unfathomable. And there is no evidence that this transformation is painless. As such, I no longer imagine or anticipate my transformative moments or years to be pleasant, or calm, or comfortable. I now prepare for the fears of vulnerability; the burns of recasting my metaphorical heart; the blunt traumas of forced change; the spasms of exhaustion; the fatigue of trying to understand and link past, through my present into my future. And there is no promise that I can even fathom the awareness, comprehension, and/or the innate instinct that i will become. I wish that I could ask the transforming caterpillar: ‘What keeps you going? Do you even know what a butterfly is? Do you even want to change?’ Because I have been burdened, I have climbed and begun to cocoon myself (out of instinct, off of reaction) and amidst being fully committed to seeing this transformation through - I’m finding myself vastly under-aware and under-prepared… and that is slowly becoming okay. I remind myself to, ‘Trust your Nature’... and then… forcefully Trust my Nature , again… until I have transcended form - anew.” - Pati3ntWo1f (09132019)