Rise Up, Oh Heart, For There is Another Battle to Win

Anonymous asked: 30, 49, 56, 71

More questions from this ask meme, yay!

30: Does anyone hate you?

HA, oh, baby, I’m an asshole.  I’m confident that more people hate me than like me.  My high school teachers were trying to get me expelled, I used to get into fistfights, I shout people down when they start talking about how well, black people are an evolutionary step down or well, homosexuality is illegal because Leviticus or well, Muslims are dangerous.  If I had a dollar for everyone who called me a bitch or told me they hated me, I’d not be on a scholarship, I’ll tell you that much.

49: Is your life anything like it was two years ago?

Two years ago?  Yeah, not unlike.  College, Adler, the occasional medical catastrophe, writing novels.  Same old, same old.  Four years ago, on the other hand, not even slightly.

56: Do you think you like someone?

I dunno, I’m one of those people where I need to have someone sit me down and go “you’re aware that you’re into that person” before I realize.  I had a terrible crush on this STUNNING girl from Kenya at my summer program, and I just saw a guy tonight who was…goddamn.  Just.  One hell of a jawline, with the whole rumpled slightly-smudged-with-grease mechanic’s vibe.  But I also go to a VERY small school when I’m not on break, so not a lot of…variety, you know?

71: Do you have someone you can be your complete self around?

My dear @twistedangelsays, and my parents.  

Anonymous asked: What do you like to do in your spare time? What do you really want to do for a job?

Hey, Anon, what’s up, welcome to the inbox, way to help me kill some time, love you.

All right, give me a minute to remember what spare time is like.  In all seriousness, though, I read fiction (sci-fi/fantasy because reality is dull and realistic fiction is likewise pretty dull), I write fantasy novels/fanfiction (recently), I watch Netflix and movies and read my old 60′s X-Men comics (look, the costumes are terrible and the plots are ridiculous and I’ll fight you in a back alley for the X-Men, okay?)….and I harass my roommate over whatever is available to me.  And of late I listen to Hamilton and suffer over historical characters.

And as for a job, well, there are a few answers to that.  In a perfect world, I wouldn’t need to sleep, and I could pull off a miracle and become a bestselling author and still work as an ER doctor and also get a full night’s rest and have free time.  (This is related to my slightly weird fantasy of ‘in the event that I had millions of dollars, I would buy a couple floors of an apartment building and take in a bunch of LGBTQ+ kids who’d been kicked out of their homes and make sure they were fed and got to go to school and everything with the one requirement that they go to therapy, because a little therapy is good for everyone,’ which is heavily dependent on my having a lot of money in addition to free time.  Also, please do not be led astray by this fantasy, I neither like small children nor am a nice person.)  Since this is not a perfect world and I have dubious luck at best, my slightly more achievable aspiration is to work as an ER doctor at a Trauma One hospital and write not-bestselling novels on the side.  This will probably be accompanied by a high degree of caffeine consumption and some sleep deprivation.  What can you do.  Medicine makes me happy, writing keeps me sane, it seems like a good plan to me.