Friday, October 25, 2024

Dear Davesprite...

 Why are you so relatable?

Dave Strider, in general, has always been relatable to me - a queer teenager, his plight with facing a dysfunctional household, being under strict rule, being outshone by his friends, and seeing them die (ok maybe not that part) has resonated with me. Dave lives with a constant 'cool façade', having to pretend everything's okay, twist his feelings into irony somehow, and never let anybody see his eyes, for some reason. I suppose you could say with Dave refusing anybody to see his irises is that it makes him vulnerable. It's a bright, bold, weird eye color, and that shows just how unique and amazing he is, but he doesn't want to be seen like that. He wants to fit in alongside his friends, despite knowing deep down because of his identity and his eyes, he will always stand out. 

Now, with Davesprite, it is almost completely opposite. He wants to stand out - most notably from his Alpha counterpart. Within his entire lifespan thus far, Davesprite is considered inferior, non-human, worthless, among other things, to Alpha Dave, despite the things he did that most would consider him heroic for. Honestly, in comparison, Davesprite IS more heroic than Alpha Dave, or any other Dave frankly. 

Davesprite is someone who loves his friends (even if they aren't from the same timeline) but it isn't reciprocated back, and it definitely reverberates back into Davesprite and how he decides to feel about it. He's alienated and even John, his best friend, refers to him as an asshole and a fraud, indirectly. Davesprite is seen as more "crow-like" than "Dave-like", to put it, which even I fall into on a lot of occasions, but that is because the headcanon that Davesprite would make noises and act like a crow is funny and cute. Even that is weird, though, because the crow component is, well, dead, so it would just be Dave through-and-through, after all. In the end, however, if his friends really did value him as just a friend and not an impostor, they wouldn't care if he was a crow or cat or Cthulhu or a cardboard box - it's Dave, their buddy. But that's not how it goes in canon.

Davesprite desperately wants to be liked, but he never receives his wish in full. 

I relate a lot to Davesprite, perhaps even more so than Alpha Dave. Ever since I moved to Colorado, I've stuck with one friend group, who I've always been with but never actually fully felt like I belonged in. There is no other version of me, but I feel alienated from myself, somehow. I suppose alienated from my friends, who all have succeeded or succeed currently more than me in various ways. Davesprite split off from his group, yet I have not done the same. Why, I'm not sure. Maybe it's the fear that, if I do split off, I'll never find another group that's as accepting and fun, but all I want is one that is MORE accepting, supportive, and more like me, I guess. But I have to stick with what I have because of that fear, and as time passes I find I do love my friends more genuinely than I ever have. 

But Davesprite is bitter, depressed, sensitive, and closed off, which as much as I don't want to become it, I pretty much am almost exactly like that, as well. I think I am the most depressed I have been in years. I am aggressive, bitter, but I try to keep it all closed off and kept away from everybody to not alarm or scare anybody into thinking I'm on the verge of killing myself, which I am not. Not now, or ever. 

"I will not be a statistic."

Thank you Davesprite, but also sorry, for serving as the catalyst to understanding myself and the sludge of problems I have to deal with. Your sacrifice will be in vain.

Sunday, October 13, 2024

Hello

 Hi blogspot.

Sorry for a lack of posts, honestly, when starting this blog I thought I would have so much to talk about. I really... don't, truthfully. I think too much and even then I can't put them into coherent sentences. Of course, I love sharing my art and all that, but I don't want it to be just art. This isn't an art blog, it's my personal blog. At least that's what I started it to be. 

And yet, I fear. I fear of saying the wrong things, I don't know who reads this blog and who doesn't. I intentionally don't mention it to anybody, it's on my Discord profile just for anybody to find and read if they want, they don't have to and sometimes I don't want them to. You'd think I should just be able to say what I want whenever I want, but I don't. I don't want the people I care about to know that I've broken down over them, for many different various reasons. Same with the people I don't care about. I don't want them reading this shit at all!

I want to say what I want. But I don't want my friendships to break. I don't want potential love to fail again, and again, and again. I could simply just not mention that sort of stuff, but I need to vent somehow. I've kept everything in and as you'd expect it hurts the longer I keep it in my head. So much stuff hurts. So much stuff affects me day-to-day, and I don't ever talk about it. I chat with my friends as if everything's fine and when I do subtly mention something going wrong in my life, it's met with astonishment or just silence. 

Honestly, I might change my blog name and pray it doesn't try to redirect back. Because I just want to talk about it all. But I also want people to be able to read my blog, including my friends, but it's so two-sided and conflicting, I always feel all the fucking time as if the stuff I say should've never been said. So I guess it doesn't really matter.

I also know that if I do try to verbalize my problems and issues I will start just, crying right there on the spot. Or be close to crying I guess, become hysterical and crazy-sounding as I usually am. I want to be as truthful as possible but I already feel over-communicative. It's a troubling and confusing life to lead.

Like.. I love this person, they would never love me back. I don't know if I have the right friends, there's definitely better people out there. I hate my mom, I just want to move out and go back to the other city where my friends are. I want to be a better person. I want to work out, I want to eat better. I want to get rid of my speech impediment. But I'm failing it all. I only fail. 

...I don't know. Maybe I will change the blog name - if I can - to dissuade my friends and other people from reading my posts. I just want some place to actually talk, not some sort of one-sided blabber session. So, we will see.

We will see indeed.