Hyperfixating on your own OC is so frustrating. Nobody else wants to rotate them in their minds the way you do and if you talk too much about it they can get impatient and exasperated.
My poor blorbo. Unloved by all but me and to a lesser extent my boyfriend. My blorbo OC is so amazing and I can’t explain it to anyone else.
Fun fact! Having a job every day is actually a fairly new thing.
In olden times, people had daily chores and other things to do but their workload/ daily working hours was actually much lower than it is today. Even in farming communities.
The concept of working super hard every day actually comes from capitalism, which in turn comes from Puritanical ideology.
The Puritans believed in salvation through work and in no play.
Early capitalists adopted this ideology because it meant higher productivity and therefore more money if their factories were running near constantly.
The idea of needing to be continuously productive in order to be useful/ allowed things like food and shelter, is actually quite an insidious ideal that is deeply rooted in the American culture.
4 day work weeks have actually proven to be more productive than the 5 day week. But corporations won’t adopt it willingly because it means less of a stranglehold on their workers.
There’s a lot of excellent examples of the difference between a million and a billion, but here’s my new personal favorite from a conversation I had today:
A million minutes ago was April 2021, the height of the COVID pandemic.
A billion minutes ago was November 121 CE, the height of the Roman Empire.
I think it would be funny to write something with an intense, romantic and at least mildly homoerotic nemesis/rivalry relationship between one heroic character and one villain - not necessarily the story’s main protagonist and main villain either, but they’re definitely the hero and villain of Their Own Story. And it’s the whole continental breakast of hatred so intense it borders on lust, them attacking each others’ other enemies, even their own allies, because Only I Can Kill You, and as much as they hate each other, they have a grudging respect for each other as an enemy who’s willing to play by the rules of their combat-based relationship.
And the funny part is that literally none of the other characters save for these two understand what the fuck their thing is. Nobody else gets it, what the deal of having a favourite rival/mortal enemy even is, why not just kill them on the first shot when you’ve got the opportunity and their guard is down. And both the hero and the villain here are shocked and disgusted by the idea. Absolutely not, there are standards and boundaries. Like yeah I was about to pull all his teeth out with pliers last week but you do not interrupt a man on his wedding day.
Whatever the ever-loving fuck these two have going on, the only thing that anyone else understands about it is that those two are the only ones who get each other. And they seem to be having fun.
...and a nomad who knows.
