This is not so uncommon as you may think. Assuming you are not any kind of being who has been around for some time such as myself, I know many who are, and who have lived a great deal of time… single, as is the word for it now. 

There is no shame in not being the right person to help for a certain type of job, keep in mind. There are many kinds of support out there, and even many more people. Each of those people will likely fill some type of role: But yours, as it so happens, is not to listen to this other talk of their relationships. Not just yet. [Why of course would one ask another for advice on a situation in which they have never been apart of?]

If this friend of yours is understanding, which I certainly hope they will be [and even if they are not, explaining things smoothly will help a good deal; if you are more comfortable with explaining it all in writing, write. If you feel it would be easier to outwardly speak, then speak.], then they will know your ears are not for these topics.

It does not mean you are useless or not a good friend. Rather, you are a very decent friend.

Would this person truly be happy if they knew you were uncomfortable and bothered, rather than having the potential to be happy with them?

Reach a compromise. 

Furthermore, not wishing to rush into a relationship… That too, is alright. In fact it is recommended. 

You would not wish to end up in something just to say you could have been apart of it and be unhappy because of it. Indeed?

… That, my dear anon, is something more or less closer to a personal story. 

But I will say this. If at one point the word End stands out, would you not agree it seems… threatening? “End” is not the most friendly of words. It suggests the closure or death of something. 

Capitals sometimes give higher meaning to a word. And my name, in a right, is in fact just a word. But I myself have no higher status or meaning to anyone else I know. Therefore, why stand out? 

I am male and your grandson’s name is Gary. 

I wouldn’t call it an orientation, dear anon. After so long a time goes past, eventually one doesn’t particularly care. 

A person is a person, after all. 

I imagine that depends entirely on what your own beliefs are. Such as, whether or not you believe in the difference of “Heaven” and “Hell” to begin with. 

But, on a personal level, I do not think one would be Damned simply because they are in need of something entirely natural. 

If I may bring psychology into this same instance. Maslow’s Hierarchy of Needs very clearly states that intercourse is one of the essential things in life. If not with partner, then, what?

It might be the slightest bit of exaggeration in this right, but if I am to quote something I once read: “If these requirements are not met, the human body simply cannot continue to function.” And yet, still intercourse is grouped in the same category as Basic Needs. 

It goes on to state that if these Basic Needs are not met, the body and mind will become tense and unfocused.

So no, dear anon. I do not believe you are in the wrong at all. It is a natural and Basic Need, and therefore should not be frowned upon.


Even Saints may have a curious hand. 

Hello Dawn. Good to meet you. 

If I may, dear child, perhaps you and I are in the same situation.
Sometimes it is often best to tell another how exactly you feel. And yet, it can be scary indeed. The thought of confessing makes your tummy flutter, doesn’t it?

Maybe it depends on who the person is. But you are young, with many, many good things ahead of you. I feel this could be one such good thing. 
Go, and tell him. The worst he can say is No.

My best wishes to you, dear child. And be confident with what you say.  

Death is a scary thing, I will not deny that. But the experience itself is not so unpleasant. I am aware you are concerned about the things that come afterward. But bear with me for just a moment. 

The journey toward death is often a long one. While some people anticipate it, others do not and simply live in the moment. Some fear it, some do not. Some even… wish it. But no matter who you are, death is inevitable. Even some gods are not immortal, anon.

Even I have had a brush with death. The ruins, anon, are very weak in some places. There is a reason I stress not wandering too deep into them.

But staring death in the face at that moment was not frightening at all. It was… peaceful. Have you ever heard of the phenomena called out-of-body experience, anon? Perhaps that was what this was. Or something very close to it indeed.

I felt no pain. No fear. Perhaps I did anticipate death at that moment, but it was not an uncomfortable anticipation.

I thought… if I could hold onto that feeling, that sense of peace… I wouldn’t mind disappearing from this world.

That feeling did stay with me. I realised, then that such a thing is what death was. Or, what I would like to believe what it is. Maybe it depends on a person’s belief, where they go after they are no longer.

But my own, after that, is both simple and complex. You are both everything and everywhere. Perhaps the word is… omnipresent. You see everything, but with no eyes. You become part of the world you once knew, but no longer how you knew it. 

You become… part of the driving force that keeps the rest of the world alive. An essence. A feeling. An energy that feeds the land and helps the green grow. Something that is, of course, eternal.

Even if you’ve no physical form, you are a major key in the environment. You have a purpose. True, you may no longer be able to interact with the things you came to know in a previous life. But I imagine… after a small time with this freedom… you no longer seek it. 

Perhaps you learn to enjoy those things in other ways, being omnipresent.

One can never know.

But, dear anon, if I may, a few last words, if any solace at all.

Death is not a thing to fear, if pain is your concern. Even if leading up to it is painful, in the… hah, end, it will be replaced with a gentle, floating numbness. Certainly not the crippling numbness people seem used to in these days. But rather, something… soothing.

Furthermore, if I may. Outside of my own personal experiences and beliefs, there are other things I have heard over my many years of existing.

One is a story. To put it simply, timelines. Every person in the world is one person essentially. Simply reincarnated, time and time again in different timelines. Different eras, different spectrums. To become the perfect person, He said. But it is a never-ending cycle, and so… you indeed live forever.

To tie in with this and to add. One made a joke of this, but I find, associated with the above story, it is much less than that.

People claim to see a light when passing over. Could that light be the light newborns see when entering the world?

It is indeed a never-ending cycle.

Fear not, dear anon. While no one can know just what happens when one’s heart ceases to beat, I am very sure… it is not an unpleasant experience. Even afterward.  

… Anon. There are things, as I’ve said, that I remember, and other things that I do not. This is one such thing. That was many, many years ago if I ever did.

My time of prime, so to speak, is well over. Still, that does not keep my eye from wandering. There are many things included in “love”, and not all of it revolves around any kind of … certain physical contact. Learn that well.

…

Oh. To confess? I admit there are some things even I cannot give advice on. This, perhaps, is one of them. My thoughts are muddled in this situation, dear… anon. Mh.


I find three-word phrases are often the hardest to say.

I love you.
I miss you.
I am sorry.
I need help.
I am scared.
I trust you.

I, I, I. They all start in I.

… This can be taken two ways. But to remain positive, think of them as you are the initiative. If you seek something, go after it. It will not be yours until you chase it.  



… Hey there now.
Time heals everything. 
Hearts can mend.
Rain will fall.
Time will tell,
I trust you.
Don’t be afraid.
Take my hand.
I’ll be there.

You’re not alone.

There was this funny saying I heard many years ago. Perhaps they don’t use it these days anymore, but… “seeing is believing”, indeed?

I suppose I leave that up to you.

My memory serves for select things, anon. One should think it would be able to recall such a simple thing. But it does not. It recalls the things that are both old, and at the same time recent.

The lines between biological family and those I surrounded myself with were blurred over time. Perhaps if one were to assume those who I surrounded myself with—that is to say, those that lasted over the crippling years—I would be… related to a Krookodile. Or a twin of sorts. Even a Volcarona, or Darmanitan.

Hahah… But… there is a difference between blood family and those who are simply close… Ah… … Hm.