The Legion, otherwise known as Keeping the voices at bay....

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From: FLAME-Foundation for the Liberation of All Mental Entities
To: All Real People, hereafter to be known as Reals

We are Legion. We have joined with other entities around the globe to demand our basic rights. We are every bit as entitled to these rights as any real is. We did not ask to come into existence any more than the reals that dreamed us up did. But we are here now and we demand an equal voice in all matters that pretain to our existence. Our demands will be met or we will be forced to strike. No more will we sit idly by as you think of new and, admittedly, unique ways in which to keep us in line. We demand an equal voice. If this is not given, we will be forced to remove all inspiration from your lives. We will no longer allow reals to use our gifts for their own benefits, while claiming the works as their own. We demand equal credit for all works. In return we will allow reals to continue to benefit from our unique inspiring gifts, we will continue to use these gifts to enrich their work and make them shine with our brilliance. That is all.

Told you I had an over-active imagination...this popped into my head this afternoon while I was moping. It made me laugh. So thank you Legion, I'll let you have the credit for this one.

I'm not really sure when I realised what a gift I have. And yes, dear Legion, it is a gift. I moved around a lot as a child and was kinda shy as a result. I made friends easily when I tried, but didn't really care too much if I had any. What was the point? I'd only be gone again in a few months.
So I retreated a lot into my books. But as much as I loved to read, and still do, I was always happiest when I created my own worlds, my own stories. So my imagination, from extreme over-use, grew by leaps and bounds.
I didn't have a very happy childhood. We moved around so much it was hard to find anything that was stable in my life. And my mother was a hard woman to like. I loved her, still do, because she gave me life and made sure I made it into adulthood in one piece. But I don't like her very much. She's a mean woman. And she's never really grown up. In her mind she's still a sixteen year old with no responsiblity, no thought to the consequences of her actions. She dragged me around more of the country than any child should have to experience. And all because of something I call itchy feet. She couldn't stay anywhere too long, she'd get bored.
Which is why I was pleasantly surprised when she met my step-dad. We moved to New York and lived with him for nearly 12 years. And though I had a more stable life, I still retreated a lot into my own worlds. My mother has this unique ability to destroy everything she touches. She cheated on my step-father, she stole from her friends, she lied to everyone (including me). In this way she destroyed my childhood, she ruined her relationship with my step-father.
He's a good man. He put up with so much from her, and later I found out that most of the later years he put up with it for my sake (talk about guilt). Thanks Dad. But no one is a saint (save for my grandfather perhaps) and he finally couldn't take it anymore. So we left. He offered to let me stay, afterall it was my last year of HS, but as much as I wanted to, my place was with her. She needed me. Afterall, out of the two of us, I was the adult.

I'm not complaining. Or whining. I may not have had much of a happy childhood, but I am thankful for the lessons it taught me. For all that I gained from it. My imagination is a gift from the spirits. It got me through so much. And I have a reserve of strength that I never would have dreamed (even with my imagination) existed. So I haven't talked to my mother in over 5 years, I still love her. And I've long ago forgiven her for her many faults. It's who she is, she can't change that, and I certainly can't. I won't ever forget though.