Standard Disclaimer: OOFURI isn't mine but that doesn't matter. I adore it is to celebrate the 2nd Season.
Authors Note: I've missed them so. I missed the relationships and the fun they exhibit. I miss this series because there was just so much more they could show and watching and reading Oofuri always made me feel strangely content and mushy. Hopefully I can capture even the barest fragment of the emotions they incite inside me. If I can manage that then the wait was worth it. I haven't written in while. I hope this series could show me a sign that I could still do it.
"I'm talking about fate here - when feelings are so powerful it's as if some force beyond your control is guiding you to someone who can make you happy beyond your wildest dreams."
Alex & Emma
RITES OF PASSAGE
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There are few truly awkward rites of passage required of human beings. Most of them are reasonable—physical, mental emotional, ritualistic. More than a fair few are absolutely necessary to enable the continuation of society as we know it.
Of the rare ones that simply defy conventions of logic and common sense none tops the list more oft than not than asking advice on matters of the heart. Then there's asking advice of matters of the heart from an idiot. This could only be compounded by the fact that the reason you seek said advice is because you've exhausted all available possibilities save this one. The notion begins to be both trying and insulting when you have already consulted a gaggle of minds from the most profound to the most unconventional and still ended up with a hyper-active, perverted moron on permanent sugar high as your best chance of getting what you want.
This entire ordeal becomes a million times more aggravating when the reason (a.k.a the one that concerns your heart) you even bothered to consult an idiot for guidance happens to be more oblivious to your efforts than the average rock.
That's when life becomes an actual pain in the ass and a simple rite of passage called falling in love becomes a war to maintain sanity. Whoever said falling in love was easy? I didn't fall, saunter in lazily or woke up with the miraculous discovery that I was a slave to human emotions just like the rest of the populace. I got dragged into it kicking and screaming bloody murder.
This is simply an account of it.
Read it at your own peril.
And don't say I didn't warn you.
Satisfying curiosity--after all—is a rite of passage as well.