>Your fortune: Krampus is coming to your house!
Prepare yourself Anon.
>Your fortune: You're getting a lump of coal in your stocking!
Do better next year or I'll birch you.
But again, seriously. She saved Christmas for me. Like I mentioned before this is the first Christmas in many years that I feel it, and I can't but count our blessings. How do we repay her? Genuinely, how do you repay a person for all that she has given us? Yes, we all gosling over her and we do indeed tell her how much she means to us all and how positive and beneficial she is in our lives, yet I always feel like I'm just taking and never giving back. It always comes back to me how odd and unusual this situation is for me and I bet many others. I am 35, well beyond the impressionable age or easy to trick. My Internet experience alone reaches back to late 2005 when I came into imageboards and so on. My life has been an unmitigated tragedy in ways you cannot comprehend. It all started with a total war and then got worse. I'm so genuinely immunized against bullshit I can't even explain it to you without it feeling like fellating myself and making myself bigger. A pure egotrip. I have no family in a proper sense. I haven't spoken to my father in over 15 years. I am utterly indifferent and closed to my mother since late childhood. I do my shitty job, I yearn for many things and have emotional needs that were never acknowledged or fulfilled, and here comes Gura, way into my life, theoretically an ephemeral e-presence that still somehow manages to do more for me that basically any person in my life. Even at this moment, when I'm blitzed and at fucking work, and Christmas in about 4 hours, I still think about her and her words and how much they lightened my mood.
This girl has earned my respect and love a thousand times over, and it's insane to think just how much goodwill and benevolent wishes she has earned in all of us. She truly is an incomparable miracle of a girl, the ideal made flesh, something incomprehensibly beautiful. And I know she's not perfect, I know she's just a person of flesh and blood, and yet she transcended all of it so beautifully, so poignantly and full of meaning, personality and utter beauty it baffles and confuses the mind. The heart however knows and sees her as a messenger of eternity itself. She truly is my Princess, and the purest expression of all the noble ideas and ideals - with or without cracky joints and moldy fridge bread.
There never was a person in my life who earned my utmost love, admiration and respect - except her. The fact I will never meet her seems almost inconsequential. She is more "real" than anyone I have ever met. By a wide margin. My grandpa was a WW2 veteran who told me hideous stories of burning Italians and Germans made of pure steel, the "dad" generation spoke of Serbs and atrocities you zoomers couldn't even comprehend, I lived through that myself, and everything, everything seems intangible compared to her.
I sound insane and maybe I am. But no other person but Gura touched and awakened my heart. There is both profound humor and stern seriousness in all of this. This whole situation is hilarious and profound at the same time.