I've been, frustratingly, busy as of late.

I was on the last week of league/tft quests so needed to grind them, which ate up a lot of time.

I've been busy with work.

I literally had my car turn over sideways due to going into a ditch on Tuesday. (Surprisingly--as far as we can tell--the car is fine; I am fine. I'm not traumatized, but I am just frustrated and confused.)

I've been busy with stuff.

I don't even remember what.

Just.

I've not had free time. I don't even know why. I've had objectively more time but objectively have been getting less done. I did things. I was doing things. I just don't remember what they were. I was really busy.

Now, granted. Life stuff has happened. We're up to knowing the name of four voices that aren't soulbounds like Vee and Ruby. (Morgan, our Aussie; Bella, our southerner; Ashe, our high-pithced 'hiiiiiii' voice; and now, Amanda, our deep 'yo' voice.)

We've been doing at least some work on our novel.

We've done a little bit of work on our castle in minecraft.

We've done stuff, but we've been left quite busy.

This week started promising in terms of health between both showering and brushing teeth and now I've done neither.

I've not streamed this week and between picking up a shift on Sunday and the staff meeting tomorrow, I probably won't, which is frustrating.

So like.

​Just not a great week.

We made small gains in our novel for the demons, and we're feeling extra-sick tonight, so likely the same for stream and for tft.

Buthey, we're still making gains in our novel, and as long as nothing goes wrong, we are going to stream tonight! (I think that marks like five in a week?)

Today we also learned about a new plurality thing applying to us. Apparently we're also a soulbound system? At least from what we can tell. We have people like Vee and Ruby in our head, actively talking and helping us make decisions, with their unique voices and suggestions and feedback.

So like. Stuff happening! Good stuff! But just the start of a journey.

We're also making huge progress on youtube video uploads.
We do need to upload clips to yt shorts, tiktok, and twitter, but beyond that we're doing great. We're almost fully caught up.

I suppose one of the next big steps is sifting through eight years' worth of blog material to tag things properly and put things up on the blog mirror. We have done a good job of copying every entry we make onto the wix mirror site (as a reminder, the weebly blog is the primary blog, the wix blog the mirror, altho if every entry goes up on both then they're basically both the main in a sense, but the weebly one is the original).

Anyway, shorter blog here. Just waiting for my father to finish his nightly eating of oatmeal. (Which, yes, he does eat literally EVERY night. Without fail. He'll say otherwise. He'll claim he only does it on nights he needs it to sleep. Well I've got news for you father, I've been up for every single night the entire week and seen you eat oatmeal every single night the entire week. It ain't something you do just as-needed, it's something you do literally every night without fail.)

Soyeah, Imma about to go live on twitch with more TFT gameplay! With luck we can climb to gold tonight, altho with my luck, not so much. xD
Teamfight Tactics is fun tho.
In the very unlikely chance that you see this blog shortly after I make it, as a reminder, this is my twitch stream:
www.twitch.tv/rbree2
See you there, maybe!

'Cause it's once again 7 am and I don't want to stay up until 8 am again like we did yesterday.

That said, it is once more a nearly identical day. We streamed, but unlike last stream which had frustrations, this one was almost nothing but positive. We managed to end higher than we started by a significant margin, and more than that, the big draw of the night:

We talked to another plural person on twitch! That was literally the thing we set out to do. No, seriously. We tweeted about it, we made a blog about it I think (if not, we meant to but I'm pretty sure we did), and like. The interaction tonight is precisely what we set out to build for interactions, what we set out to make for a community. To be the voice of change that we want to see.

​I realize that every plural person who streams on twitch likely has identical aspirations: they want to do the exact same thing we want to do. To build a safe space to gather the various plural folks across twitch and allow them to network, to chat, to discuss their plurality. Twitch has a lot of plural folk on it, but they're scattered, and can't network very well. They don't know about others, where to find them, etc. They don't have the ability to do what they want to do.

They can't freely talk in most streamers' chat about their plurality, and they need a chat which is relatively slow enough and a streamer open enough to allow it. Which, well, it exists, but in far fewer players than it should. And we want to make it readily available to everyone. To be the area we can gather. To give a voice, a community, to plural folk and to make it so that plurality is easier to talk about more openly on twitch.

Plurality is more open on youtube.
Plurality is more open on social media.
Plurality is more open on tiktok.

So now, it's time for plurality to be more open on twitch, too. Which we need to be the ones to help make happen. It doesn't necessarily need to be our streams, mind you. We'd happily support a different plural streamer if we found them and could be a part of building their community. But we want to make it happen in one way shape or form. It need not be us, but lacking knowledge of anyone else, it may as well be us.

I'd rather have ten different plural folks be trying to build a community assuming nobody else is, rather than zero assuming someone else is. So like. It doesn't matter if others are doing what we are doing, that's explicitly a good thing!!! But if nobody else is doing what we are doing, then we doing it is a vital thing we absolutely must keep at.

​Tonight was a reminder of why we set out to stream with renewed vigor. (That said, we do need to clip our streams to help compile more clips. And we need to upload the clips from a few days ago to twitter and tiktok and yt shorts.) We saw a sneak peak of the success we are aiming for. We saw a sneak peak of us having done exactly what we set out to have done. We saw a sneak peak of the potential of our dream coming true.

We saw how it was possible. We saw how it was viable. We saw how it was doable. We can do it. We can succeed. Tonight was a proof of concept of it having worked. Tonight was evidence that, yes, our dreams and aspirations are not actually long-shots. We can build a community for plural folks on twitch.

We need to do better. We need to live up to the hype. We need to become as good at streaming as those we look up to are. The people whose chats we hang out in, we need to be just as good if not better. Because if we can manage to get in the groove, where we are doing streamer things as good as the streamers we are inspired by...then we can pull it off. It won't be easy. But it WILL be possible.

We just need to keep at it. We have the start we need. Now we just need to finish it.

Speaking of, tho (hate to ruin a perfect end to a blog but this doesn't fit in earlier and I don't want to neglect having said it), we continued the refining of the Abundant Argon today. We're actually within striking distance of having them finished!

We still have work to do on Lucifer, but we have a loose draft of where he fits, and how he became the head of the Abundant Argon.

We have both main characters defined. We have Mastemo defined. We haven't laid it out in our notes but we have Milodee and Trisairo defined.

​We have Bemoheth and Athaneva both more or less defined--they're not the most complex of characters, but they don't particularly need to be, as their impact on farn is more mythological than anything else. In the story, they're mostly footnotes, but obviously over the course of existence they have shaken the world and broken continents (literally, pretty sure Athaneva was involved in the sinking of Seidonia (the farn equivalent of the Atlantean continent).

We managed to define Belreach as well, and his relation with Luden.

Plus, we now know Rothasta.

We've managed to narrow down the demon character taking influences from Gort of Darken + Yuji Itadori/Ryumen Sukuna of Jujutsu Kaisen + Benimaru/Guy Crimson of Slime Time (yes we know it's not called Slime Time, but Slime Time is much shorter to write, you can still figure out the source material and know what we mean by it, so it's good convenient shorthand).
He's either Ebandon, The Commander,
Or Bothai, The False Chosen.

Whichever of Ebandon/Bothai he isn't, we know has a secondary title of "The Knight of Seidonia" (and, yes, was involved in the sinking thereof alongside Athaneva among others).
Currently kinda lean towards the Knight of Seidonia being Ebandon, The Commander, with Bothai, The False Chosen being the redhead taking influence from the above four sources. (Trust me, it'll make sense when you see their combinations. But the basic version is, he was a good person, who was a well-respected hero and smallscale commander, who in his heroics stopped a would-be-disastrous demonic summoning, but in the botched process, took up a quick-link to that demon. He got persecuted for it and hunted down, eventually slain, but not truly killed, resurrected before he had moved on by the demon; they form a link, a contract, he eventually brought that demon into the world, where he served as that demon's begrudged servant, and eventually grew to be his former-master's equal or superior.)

We've managed to narrow down the demon who corrupted the future-demon-commander as being either Belchevore or Belreach.

By my count, that's 12/18 defined, at least unofficially. (Officially, none of them are, because I've not written the full notes.)

Which is better than a couple of days ago when it was quite literally 5/18. (Two main characters + Mastemo + Milodee + Trisairo, and that was it.)

So we need to keep at it, and finish there. We're so close!
We just gotta keep pushing bit by bit until we get there.

It's all coming together.

​We just gotta keep our momentum going.

At work, we were super-enthusiastic about talking today extensively about our plurality. After all, today was a big day. We figured out that the five major colors we see as part of ourselves--Black, Blue, White, Red, and "Gold"(Yellow)--are five of the six original Power Ranger colors (with White being the same as Green--RIP to my childhood idol :'().
And even the one missing, Pink, isn't missing.
The Pink Power Range was the very first female archer I ever knew of, and she's clearly left an impact--every time I design a bow for my characters to use, the bow of the Pink Power Ranger is often what I use. And often when I give characters hair highlights, my default is...pink.

You'd think that us being RANGER Bree would give a tipoff that the Power Rangers were a big influence on us.
But how big the influence was caught us off-guard.

Our colors are the exact same colors as the Power Ranger colors. The exact same White, the exact same Black, the exact same Reds, the exact same Blues, and the exact same Yellows.

So like.

Was huge.

We also wanted to record an intro for us, to record a video to put up.

​We are Brianna Danielle Lewis, or Bree for short.
We are an autistic lesbian transwoman. We have ADHD, Anxiety, and Bipolar Disorder.
We are also plural. Our understanding of our plurality evolves daily, but as of right now (I typed 'write now' which is perhaps more apt), as far as we can tell:
We are a Median System. Specifically, a polyfrag median system. (We have hundreds of facets, new ones form all the time, they have groups, etc. It's basically a city down there, not that we really consciously know much about it.)

We work as a lead lifeguard at the YMCA.

We have always been a hyper-creative kid so we love art, writing, song, music, dance, acting, and all the various combinations thereof. Which is why we fell in love with content creation. It's everything we have loved our whole lives.

We've no intention to go professional, but we want to succeed to make a difference.

We uh, we probably had more, but we never really finished it.

Oh well.

I guess this is acceptable for a blog?

It's better than we were hoping for.

And this time, it actually was important.

A couple days ago, we had an interaction with more plural folk on twitch and came to basically the conclusion of, "there's a surprisingly large number of plural folk on twitch, but they don't know it because they don't have a safe space to find each other", more or less.

And that drove us to the determination:
There might not be a space there right now...

...But one can be built.

And if nobody else would, we'd need to step up ourselves. Because if not us, then who would do it? To be the change we want to see ourselves.

Granted, it's fully possible that's already the case, that there's others doing this, we just don't know of them. And there's a high chance we don't actually succeed.

But we think it's possible. If we keep at it.

Anyway, important networking things.

We linked all our socials together.

To put them into one blog tho:

Here is our main twitter account. It was formally The_Descended, but we changed it to be RangerBree2 for branding purposes. (rBree2 was taken, unfortunately.)

Here is our twitch account, same as ever: rBree2.

Here is our YouTube Channel, Bree's Video Range (under the handle rBree2).

Here is our main blog, All Too Human, hosted on weebly (where we type our blogs).

Here is our fanhouse, for if it gets popular; rBree2.

Here is our steam account, for if it is relevant; rBree2.

Here is our facebook account.

Here is our blog mirror, the alt blog, the backup blog for weebly, hosted on wix.

And finally, here is our brand spanking new alt twitter account, having inherited our old handle of The_Descended.

We've gotta get back into streaming and uploading. Tonight we streamed, and that was good, but we need to do better; we need to do more.

To give a brief reintroduction to ourselves, we are Brianna Danielle Lewis, aka, Bree.
We are autistic, have ADHD, bipolar disorder, really bad Anxiety, and a few other various minor things that are far less identity-defining.

We are plural. Specifically, we are a median system. All of us identify as being Bree first, (identity) second, (sub-identity) third, (sub sub identity) fourth. For instance, Morgan is Bree first, mastina second, (her system) third, and Morgan fourth. But she is still Morgan and identifies as such. Ditto Bella. And Ashe. And so on and so forth.

There's hundreds of us which apparently is called a polyfrag system? (We're learning still, sorry.)

​We are an artist and writer. Not professionally, as our profession is a lead lifeguard at the Bellevue YMCA.
But our passions are art and writing.
And we are also a streamer. An aspiring content creator.

​We don't really care about money--in fact, we consider it a hassle. We're not aiming to make it big as a content creator to make a living from it. Quite the opposite. We're aiming to make it big as a content creator so that we can increase our power to do good in the world to others, by having a bigger platform to help connect and educate folks about people like us.

Wish us luck; we're gonna need it.

I had a thought that I was going to leave for just my journal/diary--but like.

I actually feel like writing a proper blog about it?

Not like I have anything better to talk about. (Unless talking about my chronic fatigue this week counts. I don't know why, but I literally can't not be tired.)

Anyway. So basically.

I had a thought.

Realistically speaking.

I won't be able to make everything that I want to make, be a reality.

I come up with new ideas on the daily, and each idea takes literally years to come to fruition, if I keep up on it. (I never keep up with it.)

...But...

...While I can't make everything that I want to make a reality...

...I can make a few things a reality. Realistically speaking, assuming I don't die too young, I should be able to get at least a few down.

And I genuinely think I have a chance of getting about four done. One would be harder, but I think I can pull off doing all four in my lifetime.

Basically.

There's a Big Four that I feel I owe it to them to create.

​Those four are my current work (a novel stylized as if an anime) on Farn (both the main story and the sequel), because of Vee;
Red Hood Rider (as a webcomic), because of Ruby;
The Descended (as a webcomic), because of all the characters within (sequels are more optional);
Phyrra and Cyrus (animated series with four seasons each at 12 episodes except the last which has 2-4 extra).

Each of them represents a world that I have built extensively, so extensively that literally multiple characters from each have permanently become part of my brain--no literally. I'm plural, you may recall, and part of that is that I literally gain notable characters in my head, permanently, as they become proper people of their own.
When I write a narrative, the characters I write don't stay as characters. They become people. I start with the idea of a person and their function in the story, but past that point, they start to evolve. They grow beyond their roles.

They gain personality traits they didn't need. Emotions they didn't need. Quirks that are things they didn't need. They say things beyond the necessary. They grow. They expand. Their motivations change. Their reasons shift. My notes often display this evolution in characterization where some notes start with them saying one thing, but then I seemingly later retcon it to be something entirely different.

But that's not me changing my mind--it's them having taken on lives of their own and made their own decisions. Often in line with what was written, but for entirely different reasons. They have lives on their own. They are people. Not characters. They are fluid, dynamic, ever-shifting, ever-evolving.

Because they are still part of a narrative I am telling, they basically act out what they need to act out, but they are not defined by their actions. They grow beyond that, and can shift the narrative. They can change what they act out. They are greater than anything they would be.

Basically. Once I make a narrative, they populate the world and the world becomes a world. Not a setting. Not a story. A world. A whole universe. A universe populated not by characters, but rather, by people. The people in that universe have free wills. Those free wills, those emotions, those motivations, their memories, when I think about them enough to bring them to life:

I literally bring them to life.

And then, once they are brought to life--they are a part of me. As in, a voice in my head. I influenced their life. I came up with a story which they did things in. But after having done that...after I got to know them, to really know them. Talking to them. They talked back. And then, they start to talk to me outside of the story. And make decisions outside of the story.

I have a Vee facet. I hear her voice clearly. Vee has facets of her own, but I can hear her. Vee is as real as I am, quite literally. She has just as strong a voice as my own. She is one of us. There's hundreds OF us--and she is among them. Vee is not a character. She is a person. She is me, and I am her, and she is a proper individual. Every bit a part of Bree as any other voice within the Range of Bree system that is us.

​And she's not alone.

Ruby is there, from Red Hood Rider.

Phyrra is there, from Phyrra and Cyrus.

They're not alone I'm sure. Others from their worlds are in my head beyond just them. It's just that those are the ones confirmed.

And while I don't have all the characters of The Descended in my head, I'm fairly sure most or all of the main 16 among others are in there, too. (Aria definitely, probably Argus, etc.)

​The big four are the four that are more prominent in all aspects of my life. Literally all of them.
I constantly go back to them.
I go back to the world of Soano.
I go back to the Rubyverse.
I go back to the colliniverse.
And I am actively deep diving Farn.

At every chance I get, I channel them.

They are part of my life.

They are literally defining decisions I make. They talk to me, advise me, give feedback, are part of my internal council, even make decisions of us.

I go to those worlds for comfort.

They are the four I have always been the most passionate about.

They are the stories I blog about.

They are the stories I talk about.

They are the stories I never ever forget.

Most of the details, I just don't forget.

They are not settings for stories. They are worlds. Universes.

I owe it to my headmates to make their worlds be reality for more than just me. I owe it to them. They have given so much to me. I need to give it back to them. Those four stories just are everything. They are passion projects. Epic in scale, but which are worth being made. Difficult, grand, large in scale...but all worthy of it. They have grown beyond the scope of what was set for them.

​Soano was just a joke but now is genuinely a full world with full geography.
​The Rubyverse grew into an amalgamation of so many past ideas but took on a unique life of its own--not any of the past works just imported, instead being more inspired by past works.
The Colliniverse just organically wrote itself, albeit taking some cues from Soano.
And Farn, while taking some inspirations from the Colliniverse (and by proxy, from Soano), and taking some cues from a really REALLY old setting (that also kinda influenced all of the other three), has also written largely most of itself.

​​They deserve to be made.

And I think that I can actually make those in the span of my lifetime.

It'll be challenging.
Daunting.
Difficult.
Hard.

And I might not succeed.

But I think that I can pull it off if I do that.

Okay so there was more to the ramble originally.
I wanted to mention as a reminder something about the main blog (weebly) versus the wix mirror (wix), but I forget whatever it was.

I also was going to mention notable stories that are not in the big four, but which I keep coming back to. (Life of a Mortal, Coat, Disease, namely.) And honorable mentions to the likes of the superhero stories, notable stories like Gistou, etc.

But I started this blog before midnight (10 pm I think), and it's 3 am now--not written continuously, but over the course of time.

I'm tired and beyond being tired, I am also scatterbrained.

So I think it'll be good to leave it here.

Mostly "no thoughts head empty" but also, family is over for family night, massively distracting, and my head is just...

...I've had thoughts but I don't know any of them right now, not really.

I had a thought right now that I might get around to, but let's review today accomplishment-wise. We did a fair amount of progress on art. We did a youtube upload of a vod and scheduled some extra ones. (Not the amount we wanted to tho. We wanted to schedule a full week.)

So like, given that this is a short day for us, that's pretty good, to be honest. It's not as much as we want, we didn't get to watch the latest paranormal detour video outside the premiere (we watched the entirety of the premiere live, but because it was live, we missed a few details here and there that we need to watch the video to catch), we didn't finish the collar on our drawing, 

But we're happy with the day overall.

It's a good day. Not great. But good.

I did have a thought earlier tho, that I feel I should express.

"You will be alone, you will be by yourself, you will not have another, you will not obtain fame, you will not obtain fortune, none of those things are in your future--and you need to be okay with that."

Not exactly the wording used, but it was not a negative. The message was more like. A prevention of the negative. A need for acceptance. A need for acknowledging the bad in us, but also, that the dreams we have are just dreams, that realistically speaking, we won't obtain them and we need to be okay with not having obtained them.

​I got the vibe it wasn't a doomsaying of "don't try". That it wasn't saying to give up altogether. But more like, that I need to be okay when trying doesn't amount to much. There's nothing wrong with the failure. I will never obtain those things, and need to be okay with that, but not trying to obtain them would still be a mistake, if that makes sense?

I suppose my go-to way to describe it would be the ending of Socrates Jones: Pro Philosopher. (Note: we received an on-the-nose tarot/oracle as typing this which was genuinely the "embrace the flow of life" card, so like: it was genuinely 100% on the nose reaffirming we're right here. But, I digress.)
Basically at the end of that game, it more or less says, "there is no definition of morality, but the search for one is still worth pursuing", essentially. (Need to replay the game to remember it more specifically.)

In this context, it's the same basic idea.
No, I'm not going to get any of the things that I want.
But I need to be okay with that.
And then still try for them anyway.
Because the attempt to do so is something worth living for.

I'm not sure if I'm wording that well. I have the concept in my head and I know the concept in my head is right, but finding the words for it isn't easy. It's a message of acceptance and being okay, of being realistic but also idealistic. (Just got another tarot/oracle card reading confirming that I am on the right track, dealing with effectively: "do it anyway".)

Basically: I need to not expect to succeed. I need to not think I will. I need to know that I likely will fail, and be okay with it. To have peace with the failure, acceptance of it. The realism part of that. But that I should remain idealistic. Not get delusions of success, but rather, my idealism is more in keeping to try in spite of knowing there will be a high chance of failure.

If I don't try at all, success is a guaranteed 0%. But I need to be okay with knowing that my dreams of success aren't going to magically manifest. They need work and even with that work they almost definitely won't work out. It's a reading that is telling me that I need to keep going, but with an acceptance of myself.

​I am flawed. I am going to not succeed. I have issues. I won't manage to amount to much of anything. And this is okay. This is acceptable. I know what I am doing is right. I know that my mindset is headed in the right direction. I need to remember this, moving forward. What I wrote today. Because it's so easy to cave in.
​It's easy to get lost in the delusions of the future, which makes actually manifesting the future nearly impossible, as well as increasing disappointment when it doesn't. It's easy to get lost in despair of having not accomplished things and feeling like you never will. It's so easy to become lost and get overwhelmed by the pain.

I need to remember what I had revealed to me tonight. It's a lesson I've taught myself before, but I couldn't hold onto it. I need to have it stick this time. A shift in mindset and approach that sticks. I am okay with living the life of mediocrity and loneliness.

Well, no. Not really. I'm not okay with it, but I am okay with it, and need to be okay with it.

Emotionally, I am not okay with it. How could I not feel the pain of isolation and loneliness? How could I not feel crushed by my own failures to manifest my dreams? The emotional sting of knowing I am the only one to blame for my shortcomings is one that I can't freely discard. Emotions are emotions, feelings are not things that you can rationally discard.

In that sense, I am not okay with it.

But rationally, I am, and I need to keep that mindstate. To calm my emotions. To reassure my emotions that it's okay. I'm okay. And I am. I am okay with being on my own. I am okay with my ideas dieing with me. I am okay with never having the company of others in a more direct way. I am okay with never achieving my dreams of being a teacher, a mother, an influencer, a writer, a content creator. Those are things I am unlikely to ever obtain, and I need to be okay with this.

And, largely, I am. I just need to remember that I am, and that I'm okay. I'm no great beacon. I need to be okay with being who I am. Now, I do need to take caution. I should not fall into apathy. I should not be careless. I should not be reckless. If I am too okay with who I am, I'll end up progressively becoming a worse and worse person. Some checks/balances are needed in order to ensure that I don't become despicable without having noticed.

It's easy to lose sight of important things, so I can't forget who I am. Which is why I need to strive to be better. I need to keep doing what I do, in the aim for being better. To keep doing what I do, in the hopes of achieving what I want to. Keep doing what I do, in order to strive for the dream. But to be able to accept I won't reach the ideal.

Betterment is a process where I may never get any better. I may end up exactly the way I am now, and I need to accept that, and be okay with that. That 20 years from now I may be precisely where I am right now. Alone and without having succeeded. But I should still try anyway, because the trying helps stop me from being worse.

I need to accept who I am, and accept who I become, and accept I won't be who I want to be. But still try to be who I want to be.

I hope that makes sense. It's not a bad thing. I'd say it's actually a good thing.
​I just need to hold onto it.

It wasn't much of a stream, mind you! In nearly three hours of streaming, we wrote a meager four paragraphs for our novel. The rest of the time was pretty much exclusively one ADHD tirade after another, launching into ramble after ramble after ramble, about all the things we need to do, all the things we're planning to do, etc. (Speaking of which, on that list: uploading our past streams to youtube. We have a channel for it, we need to actually DO it now.)

Basically, one of the things we discussed is how we're planning on streaming six days per week.
Short day stream on Sunday, Monday, and Tuesday; night streams on Wednesday, Thursday, and Friday; Saturdays as our day off, and maybe dedicated to uploading? I don't know.

The rest, would have to actually watch all of the vod to see what we talked about. But, 'twas a lot.

As a reminder, on our main weebly blog, our twitch is displayed there, with a link to it, but I don't think we've set that up on the wix mirror/backup blog.

So because our twitch isn't displayed on wix yet, here is a link to it. Unsurprisingly, our handle there is the handle we've adapted as our standard across the majority of the internet (aside from a few holdouts), rBree2.

There's probably more to talk about, but we kinda want to go to bed now, so like. I guess this works as a blog? It's not discussing everything, I'm sure, but it's good enough, I suppose.
We need medications, to finish electronic stuff, and then we can sleep for six+ hours. (Allegedly. We try, it's just that we're having issues sleeping these days.)

So I guess this is it.

​Hope it's sufficient!

OBWe've got very little to show for today.
No game progress in any game. Not Stardew Valley, not Dreamlight Valley, not any grinding in Epic Battle Fantasy 5 or Final Fantasy VII, not doing anything in Chrono Trigger, not building anything in minecraft, having no win in League of Legends, negative LP progress on TFT...nothing to show for today.

We've been going back and forth on whether to stream tonight or not, and it looks like the final answer is going to be "no", in part because we're not really sure what we would stream. We don't have a strong drive. We should work on our story. Or if nothing else, work on the art for our new profile picture. Or if even that's too much, minecraft. Maybe even just playing tft. Anything.

Well we're not gonna do that.

We did do a reorganization of our discord servers we're in to be more neat/organized, but we didn't do the title fairy thing we wanted to do, nor have we typed out the things we think would be healthy to type out in our journal. (Today we did learn a funny/interesting fact tho: apparently the real-life journals we used to write? The ones where we never wrote anything important until the second, third, or even fourth page? ...Apparently, that thing we thought was just an us thing, is not just an us thing, and a bunch of people did it.)

And for that matter, we haven't actually copied that journal into a google doc.

Nor have we worked on any other story idea.

We did write down some things for the art project, and hey, after this blog, maybe we'll manage to squeeze in some work on it (I wouldn't count on it--in fact I'd explicitly bet against it), but we didn't actually work on it today.

Speaking of today, work was interesting, and we felt fairly competent at working. There's just one problem: we didn't work out at all. We felt like we were shutting down. We felt forced into eating a full meal because we were developing really bad hand tremors, as well as losing vision from lightheadedness. It sucked to give up on that. We didn't run (not that we're really doing running anyway--2 minutes is only 1/5th of a mile), we didn't work out, we did nothing physically.

Nor did we do anything hygiene-wise. No shower, no brushing teeth, we're letting ourselves rot and decay at an alarmingly fast rate.

All in all, not a lot to show for today, but not nothing.

​That said, I suppose we DO have more time to talk about why we are so determined to live for at least a year longer.

Now, obviously: we intend to live forever.
There's never going to be enough time in our lives. So we would love to have an infinite amount of it.
The world might have certain parts of it actively trying to revert dozens (or even hundreds) of years' worth of progress, but OVERALL, it's still objectively true that the world becomes overall a better place to live over time. Comparing now to 50 years ago, I would always choose to live now rather than 50 years ago. And that is 90+% likely to be true 50 years from now. 50 years from now is over 90% likely to be a better time than right now is. So I want to be there for that better time. I never want to be gone when the world keeps making so many advancements and progress.

​OBVIOUSLY, that's not actually scientifically possible. We can't actually live forever. We intend to! But realistically speaking, science simply isn't advanced enough to allow for that to happen. The closest we could ever get is becoming a ghost after death. (Which, granted, is near-guaranteed to happen. Our family isn't going to bury us under our preferred name of Brianna "Bree" Danielle Lewis. And since the people we know online won't know we're gone, that's not one but TWO compelling reasons for not moving on. Can't move on if not at rest/peace and being buried under the wrong name guarantees that; can't move on with lingering attachments and not having been able to say goodbye to online communities and let them know would be another. BUT I DIGRESS.)

We still feel it's worth striving to live forever, but when we inevitably don't, we're hoping to have lasted at least 80 years if nothing else. To live a long, full life that experienced as much of the world's progress as was humanly possible, to have shared as much of our ideas as we could, to have brought as much of the next generations up as possible, guiding and mentoring them as a voice with lifetimes' worth of experience.

That's not too unreasonable to ask. Genetically it should be possible, since my family on at least one side tends to live to their 90s or higher.

However, as much as we want to live forever, or at the very least live for a very long healthy happy time of 80+ years:
Realistically speaking, with our lifestyle and genetics, there's a very high chance we die before then.

We have an hour-long drive one-way to work every single work day, and this commute is largely on highways, including a highway that is one of the most dangerous in the state. We also often don't get nearly enough sleep. Combine these two, and all it'd take is one drifting-off-too-long instance for disaster to strike. It almost happened to us once before (January 2014), it could happen again literally any time we get behind the wheel which is twice daily per work day adding up to over 10 times per week we risk death.

It doesn't matter if you dodge the bullet 999/1000 times. It only takes one bullet landing to be lethal.
Same concept for driving. Every day, there is that risk. It only takes one manifestation of that risk to end my life for good. There would be precious little I could do to prevent it. One momentary lapse, one momentary blacking out, one momentary zoned out, where I drift too far off into dreamland, where I get too sleepy to keep active track of my, well...tracks, and BAM! A likely lethal crash.

​I apologize for the morbidness of this, but this is, sadly, the grim truth. Every time I drive it has a chance to be the last time I do anything, because of where I am driving and how exhausted I get especially behind the wheel, alarmingly enough. (Yes we're trying to get the necessary amount of sleep, but even if we succeed, that doesn't guarantee a lack of exhaustion. The whole, "we can be tired with 4 hours or 14 or anywhere in-between" issue.)

​So, there's a fairly high chance we die behind the wheel, or in the aftermath of such an event at the very least. We don't want to. We would never deliberately do so. Obviously, we want to live. We don't want to die. We don't want to crash. We want to live forever, or at least 80 years, so a car crash is not the way we want to go out. But being realistic: we are not gods. We are not reality warpers. We don't have infinite luck. We are not invincible. It only takes one unlucky day for us to die, it only takes one bad day for us to get killed. Not because we wanted it, but because of sheer happenstance being against us in the most disastrous way possible.

​Is it an inevitability? Well, no. Most people spend their entire lives driving without dieing from it. Statistically speaking, it doesn't happen often. It happens to the smallest fraction of drivers. But I am at a higher risk of being one of said casualties thanks to the length of the commute, roads on the commute, and my mental cognitive functions while driving being inconsistent in dangerous ways.

So most won't die from a car crash--yet, it's still a genuine hazard for me.

Even if a car crash doesn't get me, what probably will is cancer. My family has a long, long history of cancer on both sides of the family pretty sure, and I have dozens of brown spots on my body. Yes, dozens. Most of them quite large, but with plenty of small ones too. I did a count once and I am fairly certain the number is above 40, putting me at basically the highest risk of getting skin cancer.

Cancers of various kinds run in the family, but I am young enough that I don't really get screened for cancer. While I get medical visits, those visits come only once every few months and are for things entirely unrelated to general health, so it's quite likely that if I got cancer, it wouldn't be diagnosed until it was too late.

I'm willing to bet between car crashes and cancer that one of the two is going to be what claims my life. Obviously, I will fight tooth and nail to prevent either from happening. We're not gonna let it happen. We're not gonna let ourselves die. We are going to fight to the bitter end, biting and swinging. We have zero plans to let this early demise manifest and every intention to manifest the world where we live forever (or at least for a very long time).

We strive for life, we push for life, we want to live and will fight to do so. But heroic willpower only goes so far to fight off instant killers or slow deaths. The truth is that no matter what our mind says, if we actually were to be stricken by one of those two, we wouldn't be able to survive indefinitely the way we promise we would. It sounds grim, it sounds glum, it sounds pessimistic and cynical, but it's a sad truth:
We are not immortal, no matter how much we see ourselves as being so. If we have something lethal happen to us, we will die from it.

So we have to try our utmost to avoid letting that happen.

In part because we've got such strong reasons to live.

Part of it is the aforementioned "the world is awesome" aspect--the world is awesome and while it certainly may not seem that way from the 2018-onwards era, objectively OVERALL it does, in fact, become a better place to live in. No matter how much the lowlifes of society try to regress it, progress HAS marched on, slowly, gradually, bit by bit becoming more dominant.

The human race as a whole is sick and tired of the white Christian cisgendered heterosexual patriarchy born from Imperialism + Colonialism dominating the world and whitewashing/erasing/etc. things that should never have been forgotten. I know it seems like the patriarchy is winning now with how much they have managed to roll back and revert--but they are fighting a battle I firmly believe they WILL lose.

I get the value in naysayers and doomsayers warning about just how bad the rollbacks to rights are--and they're not wrong. Without constant vigilance to bigotry, that hatred will take root and have a platform to take over. But I am not so hopeless/cynical/jaded as to think they have already won. No, they are a minority in society trying to pass themselves off as being the majority. The actual majority can, and will, win out in the end, as long as we are able to keep pushing forward bit by bit to make the progress the world has made.

I'm not going to pretend the risk isn't there. It is, it's very much real. If we're not careful, then bigotry WILL win and the world will become overall well and truly worse and worse. Nor am I really qualified to talk more in-depth about this. But I firmly believe that, overall, the world IS trying to change for the better. It's two steps forward, one step back, but we can do it.

And I want to be there not only to help, but see the results.

This is one reason to want to live. Just to experience the growth of the world, and to see the future unfold in the present to build a better world. I want to live to see that happen.

But there's more.

I want to live to get my ideas out into the world. The longer I live, the more time I have to do so.
I want to live to help as many people as I can in my life. The longer I live, the more people I help.
I want to live to have the best most enriched most fulfilling life possible for a transwoman, maybe even living to see (and test) medical breakthroughs in the field.

​But in the more immediate future.

I want to live because the world does not yet as a whole know that I am a girl.
Everyone online does.
I have come out to everyone in real life and am living daily as a girl.

But the world as a whole doesn't know--those who know me online don't know me offline, and those who know me offline are, largely, not truly accepting of me being a girl. They love me, they tolerate me, but they don't truly accept me, understand me, respect me, etc. Not as a girl, at least.

I'm like 90+% sure my extended family has no idea that I am a girl. My grandmother sends gendered gifts to our family each Christmas. In spite of being out for over half a year last Christmas, I received the 'male' gift rather than the female gift. Which tells me that me being a girl was not conveyed to my extended family.

​Fortunately, my younger sister's wedding is next year, and my extended family is invited.

Yes, I have other reasons for wanting to live until then.
My younger sister is family and I love her.
My younger sister is the only family member who has truly accepted me and respects me as a girl, helping me, aiding me, supporting me, every step of the way. Correctly naming me, etc. She has put in the time and effort to be everything family should be for a girl like me who had to come out.

The rest of my family, to varying degrees...ahhh, hasn't. I don't want to be too harsh on them because I love my family, but the best descriptor I have for most of my family (barring my younger sister) is, "I love them, but I don't really like them, and I expect this is probably mutual".

There is genuine love for my family, and I know they genuinely love me; the proof is in their actions in spite of their beliefs. But they are deeply flawed in their treatment of me, and I am a pretty lousy person who is high in upkeep even without being a girl. They have genuine reasons to not really want to think fondly of me, and that's aside from them not truly accepting that I am a girl.

So I don't want to be overly harsh on them. I love them, after all, and part of that love is not wanting to badmouth them. Still, it's a fact that they don't call me by my name consistently (my mother does it to me when my father isn't around and if she remembers to; my younger sister always does. But the rest, they do not); they don't call me by my name when I'm not around even if my father/brother aren't around (I've heard my mother and older sister use my deadname when they were alone), so like: they don't really see me as Bree.

Not really.

I don't want to hold it against them. I don't want to be overly harsh and criticize them too much. I'll say for the sake of clarity that I have talked to them about this, so it's not me airing out thoughts in my blog that I never did to them. I told them what the damage of refusing to use a name for me at all is (deliberately using a neutral term when you KNOW the preferred term is still misgendering--if you know someone is a she/her, deliberately using they/them is considered malicious misgendering, as an example), so it's not that they don't know. They do.

It's just that my younger sister is the only one who has done what someone should​ do for family coming out and actually listened to the requests, wishes, etc. of the family member coming out in full, rather than just in part. But this description sounds too harsh on them. I don't want to paint them in worse light than is true.

​They do make some efforts. It's just that I've told them what efforts they should be making beyond those, and it's still only 'some', except from my younger sister who makes all the efforts. I don't want to hold it against my family, because they clearly love me and they did put at least some work in. Yet, it's factually true that it's not the amount of work they should put in, and also factually true that I told them this.

They are not in the dark about what I want, what I would prefer, etc. I have let them known. I have made my thoughts clear. I have tried my best to educate them, to inform them, to give them the resources necessary for them to understand. But I can't make them listen to me, I can't make them listen to my requests. And I can't blame them for not doing so.

After all, I have plenty of demands unrelated to my gender. (Largely from neurodivergencies like my autism, but that's beside the point.) I understand them seeing all of the demands and feeling it's unreasonable to live up to everything I ask of them.

They love me so they do what they feel is appropriate for that love. I can't realistically expect more, so I don't want to be harsh on them.

But my younger sister, she has already done what she should, and did accept me from the onset.

​I want to pay that back by supporting her at her wedding, to be there for her as her family.

And there's more.

My extended family will be at the wedding. Not all of them. But not none of them. And some of them is all it takes. Some of them, seeing me there, as a girl, is all it takes. Me being a girl has not been conveyed to my extended family, pretty sure. (I mean since the wedding's not until next year, we have this Christmas to test my theory again, but I'm not optimistic at anything changing from last year.)

All it will take for them to see, and be forced to acknowledge, me as a girl...is for them to be there, and me to be there.

Since the wedding is next year, that means I need to live until next year at absolute minimum.

It's my desire to manifest this into reality.
I want to live forever so bad that I don't want to ever have the plug pulled from me. If I'm braindead and my heart has failed, I don't want them to cut life support on me. I don't care if there's no brain function; I don't care if my heart has stopped; I don't care if the doctors say there's a 0% chance that I will survive, that the doctors say I have died.

SOMEHOW, I would find a way to live, if given the medical assistance to do so. This is, sadly, likely never going to be relevant because whenever I do inevitably lose consciousness for the last time, the doctors won't have access to my will that I am stating now, they won't know that I have zero intention of letting them let me die. That I intend to find a way, no matter how clinically/medically impossible, to pull through the impossible situation and actually live.

The doctors will give up on me far before I do, and if my family is there, they'll likely let the doctors pull the plug on me--against my will, mind you. My will to live is so strong that even with no brain function, even with no heart beating, if I was kept medically going in spite of having no signs of life, I would find a way to eventually fight back to life. Flatlined heart/brain won't stop me.

The doctors will certainly believe that it will--that I would be dead dead, a corpse, a goner, that I was gone, the moment that there is both a lack of heart/brain function. But I know that if given sufficient time, I would be able to recover. All it'd take is them not pulling the plug on me.

My will to live is that strong.

Because I want to live forever.

And even if I don't live forever--
I need to live for that event, if nothing else.

The wedding needs to be something I attend.

After that, I'll still have plenty of reasons to live, mind you.
But that is the most pressing.
I need people to know that I am a girl.
I need to live.

​I just have to.

We're gonna be late for bed. 6 hours exactly is 15 minutes from now, so to get 6 hours proper we need to go to bed before then. (On that note, we do have a bit of a theory. We believe 4.5 hours is the bare minimum we need to function, and 6 hours is the ideal--but in order to actually get that amount, we need sleep 1.5 hours before. So 6 hours = 4.5 = the bare minimum; 7.5 = 6 = the ideal.)

There's a lot we need to note tho, like we think we can blog about why we NEED to live for at LEAST one year. (Ideally, much much much MUCH longer than that, but an hour at MINIMUM.) Basically, we need to live to our sister's wedding. NEED to. After that, we'd prefer to keep living, we intend to live forever but pragmatically speaking we want at least 80 years of life if not longer.

But no matter what.

We cannot let ourselves die before a year from now.

I know that a couple of days ago we were at an extra low point in our lives.

But while we're still mentally in a huge rut, we have the will to live for SO many reasons.

Anyway. Gotta go to bed!