November 2003. An Unwelcome Blast, From The Past.
@hydesjackiespuddinpop, in my verse, bottle blonde distinctly reminds Donna of 1979. A year that is seldom talked about, in both the Forman and Hyde abodes. See more below, and in the tags. I remembered something. :)
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It's a quiet Thursday night in a near-wintry Wisconsin, with only the television blaring and the heater humming away. Until...
"They found the photos," Jackie hisses, furiously tapping Donna's shoulder, "1979."
The peace has suddenly been broken, as Donna dutifully dashes upstairs.
Jackie leads Donna to Eric's old bedroom, where Leah and Kate have apparently been snooping. A yellowing photo album is spread out on Eric's old bed, and they're fixated on a particular page. A photo of a blonde Donna, and a porn-mustached Hyde.
They glance up, only somewhat alarmed. Instead, Kate's notably disappointed, and Leah's strangely intrigued.
Not in a good way, though. Like she's watching Kelso trying to canoe down a hill, anticipating a bloody heap at the bottom.
But Kate surprisingly pipes up first, as Leah further examines the wreckage, tracing the porn mustache with her pinky finger.
A morose expression is still plastered on Kate's bewildered face. "I can't believe you were blonde, even if it was only for a year. You always told me to be true to yourself, even if Aunt Jackie called you Raggedy Ann or Little Orphan Annie."
Donna forcefully chuckles, swallowing her immense shame. The memories come flooding back, and she notably winces. "It was a tough time. I was trying to figure out everything, and it was the only thing..."
"You could control?" Leah blurts, and Donna uncomfortably nods. "See, I think I'm being totally reasonable. You did it too."
"A tattoo is permanent..." Donna dangerously combats, before reluctantly wavering. "Usually."
Leah loudly scoffs, with immense pride. Hopping off the bed, as Jackie ushers them both out of the room. "And I think my belly button ring is totally reasonable..."
"Your thong is showing," Kate hisses, "It looks like black dental floss."
Leah feigns ignorance, surprised that Jackie and Donna have failed to respond. "What thong..."
Jackie shuts the door, as soon as they reluctantly depart. They wait several seconds, for both of the kids to be truly out of earshot.
Donna lowers her voice, to a mere whisper. "Thank God they didn't ask anything else."
"See? I told you it was a good idea to put them through a shredder," Jackie quietly proclaims, "That's what I did with the two pictures of me and Fez."
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can we get a rundown of all the people you picked to crush on to make school more interesting?? 👀
HAHAHA ok i did the main one for each year bc sometimes i would pick someone and give up after a few days bc i couldn't make myself like him 💀
this is the most embarrassing one... when i was a freshman this random upperclassman sat next to me on the bus at the beginning of the school year and we had one conversation but i had a crush on him FOR THE ENTIRE SCHOOL YEAR 💀 i didn't know his name for like 5 months so i made up a name for him. one of the few times i even spoke to him was bc he told my friends he'd pay them to put up posters for a class he was in, but then my friends didn't do it, and the teacher got mad at my crush. later he found me and my friends and asked us what happened and i was just like idk and never said a word to him again but still secretly liked him for months 💀
the skateboard guy from my previous post 😭 i checked my diary from that time and what happened was, my friend was mad bc she told me she liked him but i would still joke around with him during class, so one day before lunch she went up to him and said i loved him, and i got mad and said "no, [friend] loves you. i just want you to know i really don't like you." when i went home, i listened to my sad music playlist which included a ska song and i was going through it bc he played trombone and there was trombone in the song 💀 and then i just stopped approaching him 💀
junior year, i couldn't find anyone at school so i picked this guy in an extracurricular activity i was in bc we held hands during a group activity 💀 he was actually kinda boring and i really had to work to like him since he would scold me for being too loud or rowdy 😭 one time i was telling him and his friend that i made up a fake boyfriend bc this weird guy at school wouldn't leave me alone and he was disappointed in me and told me i should always be honest 💀
this one is the worst bc this guy was a republican and liked hunting for fun and was the whitest of all the white guys i ever liked 😭 but he was 6'2"! and it was senior year so i had exhausted all my other options!! i saw on his Facebook profile that he liked Fatal Bazooka which is this French comedy rapper from the 2000s so I started listening to Fatal Bazooka but i didn't want him to think i was creeping on his profile so i'd just listen secretly 💀 we got along well and graduated without me doing anything embarrassing but years later i was wondering whatever happened to him and found his ig and accidentally liked some of his photos
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i try not to post sad things on here because i feel like im annoying everyone but honestly i’m just so sad and frustrated with being alone. and i just don’t feel like i fit in any place whatsoever. i feel like i was put on this earth to just be… here. and do nothing and watch everyone else bond, click, be happy. and im just here, alone, watching everyone be happy, have fun, enjoy their lives and im here crying, alone, wishing things were different
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“she is the sun. the center of every universe she is apart of. everyone in the room is immediately drawn to her when she enters. she is golden hour, for i can take the best pictures in the light she provides. she is pure gold, more precious than any other element. sunshine runs through her veins. her arms provide more warmth than a million heaters combined could. her skin glows every so gently, it’s hard to resist touching. she was formed from a droplet of sunlight. she is the sun.”
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You do not need an apology from them...
https://sierrassanctuary.substack.com/p/you-dont-need-an-apology-from-them?r=1b6lih&s=w&utm_campaign=post&utm_medium=web
I know this because I’ve had to learn this over and over again. Why is it that we are trained as children to expect and/or demand an apology from people who hurt us?
More often than not, that child who received the demand would rather you rot in hell. But they say sorry because they are expected to forcibly do so, as to not damage their reputation or make a public fool of themselves.
Overtly cruel people who have no desire nor inkling that they should take accountability for their actions enjoy those of us who are in need of an explanation or apology; they revel in your misunderstanding and self-destruction.
Chaos satisfies them, and your insecurity and your desperation often soothe and further solidify their ego.
Are you afraid?
They do not need to apologize to you, and you do not deserve an apology.
I don’t know what they did, nor how much it hurts you; regardless of the state of every fiber of your being, they are not required to provide you with some form of regurgitated “sorry”.
I am not saying that you do not deserve one, or that they “shouldn't” apologize; because whatever they’re done clearly warrants that in your heart and would allow for a civil and cordial consensus.
But no, rather than apologize to you, they may have:
Blocked you.
Ghosted you.
Lied to you.
Gone silent on you.
Spread rumors about you.
and so much more…
We are sitting here today, to ask ourselves a question. You, the reader, tell me…
Why is it that you need it?
Will it change anything?
Will the events that took place to disappear from your memory and the reality we live in?
Will it make you feel any better?
Will your heart finally heal…
Are you afraid?
What if I told you that they would apologize to you?
That you two would meet at a cafe, awkwardly positioned in the defensive expressions across the table from one another.
They bestow upon you a weak smile and release their tongue, allowing for the remedy you’ve lusted for to travel with ease to your heart and reverse all damages done to you.
Wrong.
They force a tight smile rather, to mask the pity and disgust they have for you. That you brought them there in hopes that they would deliver to you an apology; not genuine and most definitely forced, and above all things, untrue.
Or perhaps, they want to clear their conscious… Feel absolved of their sins?
You will find yourself, satisfied.
You would rather move forward thinking they give a damn about you than take to your own damages, heal and move forward with your fucking life.
Wake up.
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