[Glimpse] Stalking Your Fetch on Facebook is Totally Normal
Mar 27, 2022 19:43:34 GMT -8
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Post by Aisling on Mar 27, 2022 19:43:34 GMT -8
Facebook is an interesting thing. It allows one to communicate and build relationships online with people you may or may not know. You can see people's profiles, the identities they create online to show off either how lovely their life is or to vent about every kind of unfortunate event that has befallen them. Aisling has such a profile. Sort of. She has a photo she took once of her with a red wig and sunglasses, her actual face mostly obscured. She's got friends from her job on it that she doesn't actually communicate with and her gaming group, just occasionally stalking their profiles. But there is one profile she stalks frequently. Aisling Byrne, a biologist and hobby fortune teller.
Her fetch took a different route than she expected her to take. She switched majors part way through from religion and spirituality to biology. Perhaps it had to do with pressure from her parents. They were always careful about what would help her be successful in life and her major wasn't exactly great for that support. She often wonders if she's happy, living life even though she's truly made of fuzz and paperclips. At least, that's what she's always imagined.
Tonight she stalks the semi-unsecured profile of her other side. She shares pictures of cats and talks about animal rights a lot, but mostly her posts are pictures shared of places she's gone, selfies, and little things about work. Often, Aisling wonders if she ever wants to deal with her fetch. Maybe? But in what way? Again, another question she ponders and yet doesn't know the answer.
Eventually, she closes her laptop and looks around her office space. It isn't terribly small, but it doesn't fit much furniture in it other than her desk and a bookshelf. This is one of the places in her home that she feels most comfortable. She has her books and her laptop for her to browse and find stories in the dark recesses of the internet. She'll admit, however, that she needs to stay off reddit sometimes.
The Darkling stands up and walks into her living room. It's decorated with pretty things, paintings and posters decorating the walls. The posters mostly consist of nerdy things, like the periodic table except with the names of sci-fi characters. There is a small tv attached to the wall and another bookshelf filled with fantasy and sci-fi novels. Out on her coffee table is a copy of Caves of Steel, a novel by Asimov. She'd been rereading it for the fourth time now.
This is her safe place, the only place in the world she feels truly at home. If it hadn't been for this tiny apartment in the quieter block of town, she isn't sure what she would have done. But now she has a routine and a place for sanctuary.
Her fetch continues on her mind. Sometimes, she wonders if she thinks about her too or if she even knows of her existence. Everything points to fetches being mostly unaware, right? Something she'd want to read up on at some point.
There is another question that nags at her mind. Would she want to take back her life? Go back to living what she once had? There is a degree to which she'd say yes, but there is a part of her that says no. She likes the life she's built here, even if it feels incomplete. Even if it isn't what she wanted originally, at least normal is settling in. At least, she thinks it is. She hopes it is.
Her fetch took a different route than she expected her to take. She switched majors part way through from religion and spirituality to biology. Perhaps it had to do with pressure from her parents. They were always careful about what would help her be successful in life and her major wasn't exactly great for that support. She often wonders if she's happy, living life even though she's truly made of fuzz and paperclips. At least, that's what she's always imagined.
Tonight she stalks the semi-unsecured profile of her other side. She shares pictures of cats and talks about animal rights a lot, but mostly her posts are pictures shared of places she's gone, selfies, and little things about work. Often, Aisling wonders if she ever wants to deal with her fetch. Maybe? But in what way? Again, another question she ponders and yet doesn't know the answer.
Eventually, she closes her laptop and looks around her office space. It isn't terribly small, but it doesn't fit much furniture in it other than her desk and a bookshelf. This is one of the places in her home that she feels most comfortable. She has her books and her laptop for her to browse and find stories in the dark recesses of the internet. She'll admit, however, that she needs to stay off reddit sometimes.
The Darkling stands up and walks into her living room. It's decorated with pretty things, paintings and posters decorating the walls. The posters mostly consist of nerdy things, like the periodic table except with the names of sci-fi characters. There is a small tv attached to the wall and another bookshelf filled with fantasy and sci-fi novels. Out on her coffee table is a copy of Caves of Steel, a novel by Asimov. She'd been rereading it for the fourth time now.
This is her safe place, the only place in the world she feels truly at home. If it hadn't been for this tiny apartment in the quieter block of town, she isn't sure what she would have done. But now she has a routine and a place for sanctuary.
Her fetch continues on her mind. Sometimes, she wonders if she thinks about her too or if she even knows of her existence. Everything points to fetches being mostly unaware, right? Something she'd want to read up on at some point.
There is another question that nags at her mind. Would she want to take back her life? Go back to living what she once had? There is a degree to which she'd say yes, but there is a part of her that says no. She likes the life she's built here, even if it feels incomplete. Even if it isn't what she wanted originally, at least normal is settling in. At least, she thinks it is. She hopes it is.