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Sorry for the randomness of this message.. But I was talking with [metadata accidentally deleted by FBI] about owl melons, and I was curious if you got any opinion/ info about owl women.
Afraid not, I don’t really have a grasp on them (or female types in general). It’s not a topic that comes to mind, but I might be able to get something if I dwell on it. Haven’t tried before. If you have any specific questions that might help me to get started.
This intrigued me: Behelit myth | https://aeolipera.wordpress.com/2015/06/29/behelit-myth/ .
You mentioned something about a strange period in owls life, a kind of “coming of age” episode in their adolescence. I think i passed trough this fire. I m curious if you know more, i want to make comparisons.
It’s not so much knowing as being able to guess much better than it seems like I should.
So here’s a guess: female adolescence is characterized by passive-aggressive social conflict and cruelty. I suspect you skated through this period in high school with so much ease that other girls openly envied you, due to your social perceptiveness and talent for cruelty (basically, being so good at it that nobody bothered taking you on most of the time). Then you hit college and were shocked by the level of degeneracy, not of the student body but of the academy itself and the state of so-called higher learning. This is when you began to really sense the crushing weight of evil involved in controlling such a large population of humans and began to understand whither the casual expressions of cruelty in our social mores and cultural institutions. At this point your melon-back would have begun game theory calculations to determine the most efficient path for navigating these cultural institutions, while simultaneously becoming something of an introvert out of disgust.
That was all pretty specific. So how’d I do?
Oh, and the fire would refer to some kind of worldview failure due to too much ambition, sort of an “unyielding force meets immovable object” type of thing. This self-immolation would prompt soul-searching and identity rebuilding. Possibly you are now on the tail end of that phase.
I admit, i felt as if i were in the audience of a gifted magician. Spot on.
Nobody dared to say me anything. Most of the time they stood out of my way. I made my own circle of trusted people, and i enjoyed( and still do) thals’ company. My cruelty was rather a kind of sadism, where i tried to get reactions from other people. It’s not stupidity that disgusted me…but the hypocrisy. Strangely enough, i always had a strong moral code. But of course, being bitter at society’s faults is comparable with being angry because it rains. Of course i try to carve for myself a place in this world, but compromising is out of question. I want to do it my way. I have pretty traditional expectations. Maybe it’s the thallish part of me that craves for a tribe.
And you are right. That trial ended the last Christmas. I had a pacifying “revelation”. Your secret thal metods are fascinating. ;)
Here’s a pathetically small gallery of suspected owl melon females. The first is a random dating profile that we analyzed on the forum. I call her Mox Day.
Vox’s wife Spacebunny Day is probably also this type, judging mostly by reputation.
Side note, I find upwardnose predisposes women to affection for large animals (horses, big dogs, etc.). Last example is Cara Delevingne.