Aug 26
Existential Crisis Skill Check Passed
It's been months. Hard to believe. But...months it has been.
Dividing perspectives again.
Jaye P. (character) - The Universal strings I try to keep straight are wrecked... Very little is working. At all. The world is flying right below my paws, sure, but I'm not finding any traction.
Jaye G. (author): Friends reject my theories due to being radical. Family is oblivious to my unusual thoughts because I made sure of it. I basically have nowhere to turn but finding solace in words.
...I'm sorry. This is really not supposed to be so depressing. I'd show a humorous picture involving Sonic, a fishing pole, a hat, and a chili-dog, but 1) it's copyrighted and 2) I don't have it accessible right now.
...and now it's late, and I need sleep. 'Cya, readers (or whoever will seee this boy some *way
Mar 2
Spreading Wings
Character-Jaye writes: Tomorrow - today, actually, it's pretty late - I'll celebrate an accomplishment. A couple months ago, I came to have wings. Eagle wings. I'm a Fox Scout, yes. Make of it what you will.
At the same time, I'm somewhat frazzled. Fur's even more disorderly than normal, tails are waving wildly out of my control...I'm kinda a wreck. Preparing for the ceremony has almoat been worse than the service project that I led. And I have to adjust to these wings, too.
As for Author-Jaye's statement: My alter ego is right, we're having trouble keeping up. But we're happy and people are happy for us. Going to be a relief to be done. Can finally get on with the rest of everything, like schoolwork - both he and I were/are homeschooled - and duties to my home troop. Only Eagle Scout left for a while, the rest aged out.
It's about time for me to close, so good night and good luck, other Scouts and/or other people.
- Jaye C. 'Strike' T. Prower
Feb 23
The First Page
Every diary (journal, what-have-you) has to start somewhere. So today I pen the first page, leaving a record for those who will certainly see it someday.
Who am I? That's a really interesting question. My pen name is Jaye. That's also the name I attribute to part of myself. See, part of me - the part that lives in what's usually called 'reality' - lives in the mundane. But he (I) imagines and dreams of what could be. He holds on to 'what if'. And he recognizes the other side, 'Jaye'.
How real is this other part of me? I have no idea. But I imagine - through him - that I'm not just a mundane human. Humans are boring, dangit. Someday, I have every intention of bridging the gap to his world and becoming him physically.
Jaye is a nine-tailed fox known as a kitsune. My grasp on the mythos involved is slightly hazy.
But he's part of me, though we share in the same hopes, accomplishments, and failures.
We don't share faults. I'm introverted and a procrastinator, while his fatal flaw is reckless haste.
I wear a necklace with fox pawprints to remind me always of what may be.
Now I need sleep, learning to snowboard tomorrow.
- Jaye C. 'Strike' T. Prower
Postscriptum: The preceding may have been extremely strange. Please forgive my exhaustion. My explanations will be clearer than mud, I promise.
 5:04 PM Jul 24
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