

“This is Melody Crescendo”
“Oh, that’s pretty. What’s her middle name?”
“Well Melody is her middle name. Her real first name is Hurdy-Gurdy”
I’m a lady; I like spiders. I like a lot of other things too, like other bugs, and snakes, and other oft-unappreciated creepy critters. I like Heavy Metal, and D&D, and Victorian things, and videogames, and anime, and I also like to fuck
“This is Melody Crescendo”
“Oh, that’s pretty. What’s her middle name?”
“Well Melody is her middle name. Her real first name is Hurdy-Gurdy”
I’m using “scare” a little loosely here, but I was waaaay to young to have seen clips of Alien when I did. It really fucked up to the point that I wasn’t able to sleep in pitch black into my adulthood. Nowadays, Alien is one of my favorite movies, specifically because it’s so scary, but I avoided horror movies like the plague at least up until high school
I can certainly watch that movie no problem now, and I wouldn’t say it scares me in the same way it did when I was little, but I wouldn’t love it as a horror movie if it wasn’t still one of the most frightening pieces of cinema
I believe that my consciousness is a thing I can point to as being my essence. You could maybe call that a soul, or you could maybe not. Either way, my consciousness is the collective consciousness of countless single-celled organisms all working to make my singular self function. You could maybe call the manifestation of all these processes into a greater thinking singularity as a “soul”, more akin to the way in which a city might have a “soul” made up by the people that live in it. I don’t believe I have a ghost, and I believe that my consciousness is conditional, derived from my biology, but consciousness itself is as good as anything to call a soul
So I guess, in short, no XD