Minion’s long awaited…Therapy
Therapy
(WARNING: if you have not yet finished reading the half-blood prince then I advise you to stop reading this blog because for one, you will not fully grasp what I am talking about here- but then again, even if you did finish reading HP 6, there is still that possibility you will not comprehend what I mean due to my incoherence and my being scatter-brained…not unless you are as trained as my minion…then again even he encounters difficulties in deciphering my blogs…where was I? oh yeah, the warning…for another, this blog has spoilers even though it may provide some remedy to it. Okay, I gotta stop typing this warning since it’s getting too long and I’m not fulfilling the purpose of putting a warning anymore…hehe)
My minion really looks after his master. He just gave me some therapy to ease- if not entirely cure- my lament over Dumbledore’s shocking er, death. For that therapy, my dear disciple I commend you for doing your research and you shall be rewarded with promotion to the rank of follower. Rejoice my newly appointed, or should I say anointed (whatever) follower!!! Hehe…
Anyway, I have just finished er, taking my therapy and I must say (even though it cost me hours of beauty-and-hopefully-heightening sleep) the results are great. For one, ofcourse, it made me feel more hopeful that my favorite HP character may still be read kicking ass in the next installments. It also made me feel smarter, for another. It proved that one semester with Sir Guevara really taught me something- authors like giving ambiguous hints. Hehe… honestly, I saw the clues in the book. Yes, I really saw them and I’ll be damned if I didn’t. Not with the lit classes I’ve had with Sir Guevara. I mean, he trained us really hard to see clues/signs/symbols hinted at- if not directly stated in- the text to the point of nearly becoming referential maniacs. Referential mania, by the way, is a form of being too obsessed with the meanings/messages of everything. Anyway, I really saw those clues only I didn’t know what they were (if they are clues) and what they could mean since I’m not a hardcore HP sleuth. Besides, even if I knew they were clues, I’d still doubt their validity. Just as I was trained, the ambiguity of the hints- if taken as such- provides infinite interpretations from the hint being a red herring down to the hint being a sign in bold, red letters. Anyway, all I knew when I was reading the book was that my intuition told me that they seemed a bit odd and that something was up. Of course, I didn’t pay attention to intuition (if that’s what it was) back then because I was too busy loathing Harry and Snape and lamenting Dumbledore’s disappearance. I also ignored or disregarded clues outside the book. Take my stubbornness for instance. Even as I typed an extremely long ode to Dumbledore, a part of me still didn’t believe that I’d no longer read about Dumbledore’s wisdom and fickleness because back then, I thought I was just having issues accepting the fictional death of a fictional character (which is ofcourse stupid so I didn’t want to honor this stupidity by paying attention to it). Aside from the acceptance issues, I also marveled at the fact that despite Rowling’s efforts to juice my tear glands, I didn’t shed a single tear. This was the same er, reaction (?) I had when I witnessed Gandalf’s death. I was also shocked when I didn’t cry when Gandalf died because I loved him next to- if not as much as I loved- Dumbledore. Now that I think about it, I seem to have a thing for wise old wizards. Hehe…anyway, I know this may sound like I’m claiming something I really didn’t accomplish but I just want to let you know that that’s not like me. I won’t go around proclaiming something I knew when I really didn’t. Anyway, I didn’t want to pay attention to the er, clues because I didn’t want to keep myself up for some fictional mystery conspiracy. I gave up on pondering about and wasting my powers on things that were out of my control long ago. Exactly how long? Well, ever since Politics ‘enriched’ my vocabulary and diminished my ignorance thereby my bliss as well.
Oh yeah, the therapy also made me smile because of the realization that my flavor of the month has some connection with Dumbledore. The connection was an amusing coincidence. I mean, the thought of two different er, characters I love (?) so much share this connection really made me smile. I mean, what were the chances?! Hehe…then again, you probably won’t find this connection as amusing as I do since you won’t get what I mean unless you know what this connection is. Then again, you’d have to know both flavor of the month and this not well-known fact about Dumbledore to see the connection. (there minion, I have left er, ambiguous hints already…it’s up to you to do the sleuthing or the math…if this somewhat helps you…hehe…which I think it does in 2 ways…the hints and the MATH…get it? Nyahahaha…marvel at your master’s powers/prowess and pardon the play with words…hehe…)
One more thing, I now know the term I was looking for when I was writing ‘Despised’. Tio was this memorial of a vanished joy. A joy that, I fear, is haunting me, attempting to take over me again. I am showing signs that this ‘vanished joy’ probably didn’t vanish at all…well, not entirely maybe…in the same way Dumbledore probably didn’t die either. Maybe this is why I love Dumbledore so much…he is interwoven with the er, S.S.G.s (Somewhat Significant Guy) in my life. He’s connected with Tio and flavor of the month. I wonder if he’s connected with my previous flavor of the month…anyway, the signs I was talking about before I went on with the interconnection of my SSGs with Dumbledore are 1) he visits my thoughts somewhat regularly lately 2) the thought of him suddenly arouses (tsk tsk tsk…green minds ha…) a somewhat euphoric sensation in me 3) I speak about him with less contempt and more er, affection lately 4) I talk er, mention him more often lately 5) when he is included in choices given to me, I automatically pick him (but then again, the ones asking me give me really awful options that they are obviously forcing me to pick him…I pick him for 2 reasons 1) he really is the best option no point denying that and 2) I want to please the one asking by letting her hear what she wants to hear) 6) I’m typing blogs related to him again 7) I look at his pictures (and almost everything that has something to do with him actually) with er, almost the same er, okay, (I was just to proud to admit but oh well, what the hey) with the same fondness as I did before 
there are more signs (and I want to make this blog reach 1500 words but so far I think this makes 1200…ooh only 300 more!) but I’m too sleepy to think of them and to type them right now so I’m gonna stop attempting doing both (thinking and typing, I mean) and go to sleep. Nytie nyt. Er, good morning pala…hehe…
PS
I couldn’t find sweet serenity and it’s 5 in the morning and I still need to have a good night er, morning er…I still need to have enough sleep because tomorrow, er, later, I am going to meet my aunt. Oh well, I will meet her before dinnertime anyway, so I guess that’s enough time to get my required dose of at least 9 hours of beauty sleep and watch some TV…I got lost in my world of thoughts and words again. Where was I again? Oh yeah, I could not find sweet serenity not until I make this blog reach 1500 words so I’m gonna keep on trying and typing nonsense (as I always and never fail to do…hehe) until I do so…so I can find sweet serenity and so that Hypnos (he’s the Greek god of sleep in case you didn’t know) will finally reward me with what I so desperately need…SLEEP not a boyfriend you…you…you something-I-wanna-call-you-but-I’m-not-gonna-because-I’m-afraid-i-might-offend-you-and-I-don’t-want-to…hehe…just some useless trivia: Nike is the Greek goddess of no, not air shoes! Ancient Greeks didn’t have air shoes back then. She’s the Greek goddess of great! Now I forgot what she was the goddess of! Wait, I think I finally reached 1500 words. Yay! I finally reached one thousand five hundred words…hehe…okay, not just yet…hehe…but…well, by the end of the blog, I will so I guess I will just tell you some other time what Nike is the goddess of….hehe…1500! Yes! *rejoicing by making stifled screams since I can’t scream out loud because everyone but me is soundly asleep and by jumping up and down which will hopefully make me somewhat taller- oops, I think this only works during the New year celebration but then again, I don’t think it really works anyway so, instead, I will just hope this jumping up and down of mine will wear me down so I can get some sleep*
