#Only there's no one answer so you can just solve the jigsaw FOREVER

[bonefall]

Sorry if you’ve already answered something like this! how does Warrior Bites work into the initial journey in TNP? I don’t recall how long the journey to the sun drown place took, but I feel like with how cooked food is preferable due to diseases and parasites, did Bramble and co have to get dewormed when returning to the clans? Or perhaps the Tribe could help them with that on their way back, as a thanks for how they help drive out Sharptooth?

I feel like it’d be difficult to sneak out with extra rations with how the Clans were struggling, plus it’d be difficult to carry all the tools required to cook every time they set up camp. It’d be easier for them to eat their prey raw, at least during certain parts of the journey.

Would also be an interesting opportunity to introduce the cast to different foods, too! Rogue groups in twolegplace using vegetables from gardens for flavor, for example. I couldn’t find if there’s salt beds in English mountains, but if there is the Tribe would have way easier access to it than the Clans do. I bet they’d have wildly different cuisine as a result.

Sorry for the long winded ask but your ideas tickle my autistic brain just right fjahfhsh

The Tribe mountain MUST have salt under it, right? The Appalachians and the Caledonians are the same mountain range split up by tectonic shift and I know there's salt in the Appalachians because it's, like, pre-life-on-earth old right? Hangon

*le googel*

YEP there's a lot of salt in Cheshire, one of the counties I use as a model. Which I could have just learned by googling "uk salt mine." However, my brain is a rube goldberg machine.

The Sundrown Patrol DEFINITELY needed a deep cleaning! They would be full of fleas, probably be carrying a couple of bad knots or a couple of mats, and one or two of them definitely caught worms. Probably Squirrelpaw tbh, knowing her impatient little butt (affectionate).

The Tribe wouldn't do a deep deworming though, because that takes time and the Clan cats would want to get home as quickly as possible. They just stayed for the quick celebration to gather some rations and planned to leave... but then the appearance of Sharptooth changed their plans.

(btw if you wanna see how the Sundrown Patrol's Journey to the Lake goes in Bonefall TNP, I made a map and a synopsis!)

Setting up a basic cooking fire wouldn't be TOO hard though! You just keep a couple of sticks to use as spits and roast your prey over the open fire, like either a roast or a marshmallow. Beats dealing with tapeworms for the whole trip.

Funny enough I actually think it's Crowfoot/feather who's the main cook of the little patrol, I keep feeling like Mudclaw was a pretty good chef. He would have passed that onto Crow.

Tawnypelt: "It's almost sunrise, Crowfoot is late... if he doesn't come soon we'll have to go without him."

Crowfoot: "Hold your hedgehogs I'm here. I was making tunnelbuns for the trip."

Squirrelpaw: "Where- what-- how did you do that so fast??"

Crowfoot: "youre weeeeeeeeelcome."

Stormfur: "Hang on, you didn't steal from your own Clan in famine, did you?"

Crowfoot: "??? I mashed my personal larvae stash to make into travel rations and this is the thanks I get??? you think my clanmates were gonna keep my mealworms alive while I was gone?? Mousebrain!"

Brambleclaw: "Yuck, who wants to eat mashed bugs?"

Squirrelpaw hiding how appetizing it sounds because her buddy Sorreltail opened her eyes to how good grasshoppers can taste.

[sun-writer-blog]

New Surroundings

I live for Percabeth fluff, especially when they’re all grown up. Here’s a oneshot about their kids (that no one asked for)

When they arrived at camp, Alexander and Sarah were pretty surprised that everyone wanted to be their friend.

Well, Sarah was surprised. Alex was loving the attention.

“Are your parents really Jason and Piper?” One child of Apollo asked him. Alex shrugged off the information nonchalantly.

“That’s so cool! It’s like the cutest love story ever!” A child of Aphrodite swooned, leaning over the table where Alex and Sarah were waiting for their parents to emerge from the Big House. “I heard that Piper didn’t even go break his heart even though he was her first boyfriend. That’s like, amazing.”

Sarah kept mostly to herself, staring at the Big House while Alex did all the talking. She was bright and hyper, sure, but Alex was always a lot better at handling crowds. Meanwhile, Sarah kept replaying the events of the past few hours over in her head. Her parents and Alex’s had fought some kind of bat-lady-thing. Her dad’s pen had turned into a sword, then back again. Jason had controlled the air. Piper and her mom had attacked with daggers. And now they had arrived at Camp Half-Blood where everyone was treating their parents as some sort of legends.

Her parents couldn’t be legends. They were so…not legendary?

Sarah thought back to Saturday mornings and waking up to blue waffles made by her dad, and how her mom would sip coffee out of her favorite mug while working on her laptop. She remembered reading the newspaper with her mom, and Annabeth’s warm smile when they had gone to the doctors and she was diagnosed with ADHD.

“No dyslexia?” Annabeth had pressed.

“Not that we can tell. Sometimes it skips a generation.” The doctor had answered. Annabeth and Percy had sighed in relief.

She always begged her parents to teach her Greek because she knew that they could read it, but her parents had insisted that it just came naturally to them. In exchange, they always had a hard time reading normal things, so it became a habit for Sarah to read the newspaper to them every morning.

Percy and Annabeth attended every one of Sarah’s soccer matches, and Percy baked blueberry muffins for the team after every win. Annabeth helped Sarah with crossword puzzles before school and always added a piece of paper with a riddle on it to her lunch box. Sarah would return home every afternoon with the answer.

Those were her parents. They weren’t legendary, or cool, or “heroes”.  They were just normal old people.

Until suddenly they weren’t anymore. Now, Sarah tapped her leg as she became lost in thought. Were her parents keeping things from her?

The child of Apollo at the table with them gasped. “The Oracle just ran into the Big House! I think there’s a new prophecy!”

Alex turned to stare at the Big House with Sarah. Sarah had noticed a woman with frizzy red hair sprint barefoot and wearing overalls with paint splatters covering them, and she raised an eyebrow. “Who’s the Oracle?” She asked.

The daughter of Apollo nodded towards the woman sprinting into the Big House. “That���s Rachel Elizabeth Dare. Sometimes she glows green and can tell the future. Other times she paints.”

Sally caught the name. Aunt Rachel? Sarah was just at a new art exhibit her parent’s friend had opened, and she definitely did not remember any glowing green or speaking prophecies.

“There’s no way there’s a new prophecy already, Rebecca.” The child of Aphrodite chided, flipping her blue-highlighted hair. “It’s only been like, fifteen years since the last one.”

Rebecca stuck out her tongue. “There was a new prophecy that came out right after the Titan War, Andrea.” Rebecca pointed at Sarah as proof. “Her parents were there. Weren’t they, Sarah?”

Sarah was so lost in thought it took Alex shaking her to snap out of it. “Sorry, what?”

“Your parents” Rebecca repeated, her almond-toned eyes burning warmly with excitement. “Percy Jackson and Annabeth Chase. They were in the Titan War AND the Giant War, weren’t they?”

Sarah glanced at Alex, who looked just about as lost as her. Before Sally could answer, the Oracle kicked open the door of the Big House and stuck a finger out at Sarah and Alex.

Sally’s stifled a laugh. Rachel had her father by the ear, which was quite a sight.

“YOU DIDN’T THINK TO CALL ME ON THE WAY?” The woman was screaming. “PERCY JACKSON HOW IS THIS THE FIRST TIME YOU’VE BROUGHT HER TO CAMP AND YOU DIDN’T THINK TO WARN ME!?”

Percy groaned and swiped at the woman’s hand before rubbing his ear. “We were kind of busy getting here safely, Rachel!”

“I’VE BEEN WORRIED SICK!” She turned back to Sarah and her face changed to one of pure excitement. She waved with both arms as she cried out “HI SARAH HI ALEX”.

Sarah blinked before giving a sheepish smile and waving back. “Wow, Percy Jackson really is your dad.” Andrea whispered in awe. She stood on the bench of the picnic table and cried out “I LOVE YOU PERCY JACKSON!”

Sarah tried not to puke at that and instead rose to her feet and grabbed her crutches. Alexander waved good-bye to his new friends before following her. “See you soon Alex! I hope you’re in my Cabin!” Andrea called before Rebecca pulled her back to her seat.

Together they met Rachel and Percy at the front door of the Big House. Rachel swooped down and gave Sarah and Alex a bear hug. “Oh look at you Alex, it’s been too long!” Alex wiped his cheek after Rachel gave him a kiss. Sarah tried to look past her father and Rachel into the Big House, feeling the need to explore again. Percy squatted down and smiled at his daughter.

“Hey, Sally, you ready to meet a good friend of mine?” He asked. Sally nodded, wincing as she shifted weight off her broken leg. When they had arrived at camp the kids in the Apollo Cabin had done their best to create a splint and give her crutches, and they gave her something resembling a square and tasting just like her dad’s blue waffles. Since then her leg had felt a lot better. Now, Percy stepped aside and allowed Sarah to limp quickly into the grand house, her mind buzzing with new information.

She took in the décor and the residents all at once, ears perking as she heard her mother speaking in a subdued tone. “-old for a quest, Chiron” she overheard. A warm voice echoed throughout the chamber in response.

“Perhaps they should stay here for a while. You can’t shelter them forever, you know.”

Sarah’s mother sighed. “I know, Chiron. But you can understand why we want to.”

“Give a man a fish, he will be fed for a day. Teach a man to fish-“

“He will be fed for a lifetime.” Her mother finished. “I know.”

Sally peeked around the corner and saw a bearded man in a wheelchair sitting across from her mother. Annabeth had put her wavy hair into a ponytail and smiled at Sarah when she noticed her. “Hey, Sals. This is Chiron, he’s an old friend.”

The man in the wheelchair nodded in greeting, beckoning Sarah to enter the room. Alex, Percy and Rachel followed close behind.

“Hello, Sarah Jackson. I’ve heard much about you.”

“This room is awesome” Sally declared. “Is that a real cat?”

Chiron sighed. “Yes, but please try not to wake him up right now. Seymour is always a little hesitant with new people.”

On the wall, the mounted leopard head snored peacefully. Sally looked around for something to poke it with while Chiron spoke to Percy and Annabeth. “What can she do?” He posed first. Sally noticed a hint of excitement in his voice, as if he was a proud parent or a talent scout. She supposed it was a mix of both.

“Well today, when she got hurt, she made all the water explode.” Annabeth started.

“It was so cool Chiron you should’ve been there!”

“Percy, not the time.” Annabeth chided.

“Aw c’mon, this is totally the time!”

“Anyways” Annabeth continued. “That was the first time she’s ever done that. She can’t read Ancient Greek, but she’s ADHD.”

Chiron nodded, and from the corner of her eye Sally could tell he was studying her. She felt self-conscious on her crutches. “What about your mother’s side, Annabeth?”

Annabeth hesitated. “That’s a little harder, considering she hasn’t really picked up a sword or anything, but she is the captain of her Soccer team.”

Percy chimed in then. “Oh, what about the time that she solved a Rubik’s cube?”

Rachel chuckled a bit, patting Percy on the shoulder. “You sound like such a proud dad, Percy.”

“No, no, that is important.” Chiron insisted. “In fact, Sarah, would you mind coming over here?”

Sarah obliged and inspected a box that Chiron had picked out from one of the many shelves in the room. He opened it and dumped out the contents. Hundreds of jigsaw puzzle pieces poured out, creating a small mountain. He hid the box away and asked politely “Would you mind finishing this puzzle for me? It’s been quite a challenge.”

Sarah decided it would be more fun than poking Seymour, so she went to work on the puzzle. Although Chiron conversed with Rachel and her parents, the words were background noise as she focused on her task.

“What about this little one? Hello, Alexander.” Chiron greeted. “That’s a powerful name.”

Alexander proudly put his hands on his hips. “My dad says I’m named after a famous king.”

Chiron chuckled. “Yes, quite a famous one. Your namesake is Alexander the Great. It’s a lot to live up to.”

Alex huffed. “Don’t you worry, I’m gonna be even greater.”

Percy ruffled Alex’s hair. “As you can see he has his grandmother’s confidence.” Rachel and Annabeth laughed. “You’re gonna have to ask Piper and Jason about him though. He’s only 9 years old.”

Chiron turned to Annabeth with a gleam in his eye. “Oh, I remember a certain demigod who came here even younger with extraordinary skill.” Annabeth blushed and rolled her eyes.

Rachel spoke up again. “Where are Jason and Piper? I didn’t know they were here either!”

“They wanted to talk privately.” Percy explained, before glancing at Alex and covering his ears. Alex cried out in protest, pouting at not being included in the conversation. “They’re trying to decide between having him here or at New Rome.” Percy added.

“Done!” Sally called, rising from the chair where she had been hunched over, working on the puzzle. It formed the figure of the Disney version of Hercules, flexing his muscles. Chiron rolled over and patted her on the back.

“Well done, Ms. Jackson. How did you know where to put the pieces? Did you see the picture on the cover?”

“There was a picture?” She asked. “I just went by the little shapes.”

Annabeth poked Percy in the ribs. “Told you she was like me.” Percy stuck out his tongue in response.

“I don’t suppose you would allow me to speak to them privately?” Chiron asked. Percy and Annabeth agreed instantly, taking Rachel with them to catch up. Sally sat where she was while Alex took the seat Annabeth had been occupying.

Chiron smiled warmly at the two of them. “From what I’ve heard, this is all very new to you both.” He started. “Do you have any questions for me?”

Alex shook his head, but Sarah started to nearly shake from all the questions she had. “What is this place? Why does everyone like my parents so much? What did I do with the water? How is the cat alive? What’s an Oracle and how does Aunt Rachel tell the future? Where do his snacks go when he eats them?”

Chiron held up his hand for her to pause. “I can’t answer that last question, but it’s best not think about it too much.” He smiled gently again. “There’s a lot for you to learn. Depending on what your parents decide, you can stay here for the summer, and I promise you’ll have fun and learn a lot. What would you like, Sarah?”

Sally glanced around the Big House again. She couldn’t help the feeling that it felt, inexplicably, like home. “I want to stay here.”

Alex didn’t look convinced, and he kept playing with his fingers. Chiron must have noticed because he spoke directly to Alex. “Your grandparents, Alexander, are from two very different places. Sometimes it can make you feel confused about how you feel. Don’t worry, you don’t have to make a decision right now. I have a feeling your parents will allow you to choose later on.”

Alex smiled, apparently a lot more relaxed. “Thank you, sir.”

“Now, let’s bring your parents back in shall we?”

-

Annabeth responded better than Percy to leaving Sarah at Camp for the rest of the summer.

Her dad wouldn’t stop hugging her, which was not only embarrassing, it was especially weird because everyone kept whispering about how “cool Percy Jackson is”. “I’m going to be fine dad!” Sarah promised for the millionth time.

“I know! I know! Just, send us an Iris Message every now and then okay? Like, every day. Twice a day – no, three times. After every meal.”

“Dad!” Sarah protested. “You’re embarrassing me”

Annabeth laughed. “C’mon, Seaweed Brain.” She pressed gently, taking her husband’s hand. “She’ll be okay.”

Percy wiped tears from his sea-green eyes. “Okay, okay.” He smiled at Sarah. “I know you will, sweetheart.”

He finally stepped back and started towards the edge of camp, Alex jogged towards Sarah from where he had been standing with his parents. Sarah tried not to blush. “Hey, Alex.”

Alex smiled at her. “My parents are gonna let me live with Aunt Reyna for a while. They said it’ll be good for me, but I won’t be able to see you for a while.”

Sarah looked towards where Piper and Jason were standing. Piper was visibly crying on Jason’s shoulder, and he didn’t look much better. “How long are you gonna be there?” Sarah asked.

Alex shrugged. “A while? It’ll be longer than the summer. They have a school there and everything. We visit there sometimes for my dad’s work.”

Sarah nodded and suddenly gave Alex a hug. “Be safe, okay Alex?”

Alex groaned. “Sally, cooties!”

Sarah pushed him away and slapped his arm playfully. “Cooties aren’t real, you dork.”

Alex didn’t look convinced as he walked back toward his parents, but he did wave goodbye to Sally as they headed towards their car.

Sarah waved back, then closed her eyes and breathed in her new surroundings.

3 months of summer to go.

[just-hazardous-thoughts]

This is an important post

Low self-esteem

I guess I identify myself as kinda ugly these days and don’t even see how can someone be attracted to me, so that I’d never be able to find someone as attractive as I have the attention of now. Does this sentence makes sense? By no mean does it mean I feel unattractive or ugly most of the time. If anything I always thought I fell under the average+ category. I do feel confident when wearing my best clothes and makeup, I do feel sexy and desirable, but only when prepped. Friends often told me I was attractive and stuff. The rest of the time, I feel like I’m so low on the scale tho. I do rate high how people perceive and judge me. It’s a big pressure on my life. I only get "unprepared" (natural) with the people I’m comfortable with, so my family and my best friends basically. Otherwise, I don’t feel confident enough.

Beyond attractiveness, stands my whole being and I don’t have a low self-esteem globally. It’s really about "beauty". Otherwise, I do feel competent, appreciated, smart even, and interesting. I’m not trying to inflate my ankles but I definitely have a personality, I have shit ton of interests and I can keep a conversation going. I don’t feel like a boring person. But I can be for some people. Not everyone matches together - I’m talking relationships globally, not especially dating.

Dating chaos

I’ve never witnessed my parents in love. Love has always and will always be something weird in my family and my upbringing. I truly think it affected me, us, my brother and I. Since we’ve never dated someone, like, both of us - not us together, duh. I think it tells something. It’s not an exact science, some people come from the same place and have no trouble in their dating life, but clearly, not our case, not my case.

My "whole" dating tryouts have been weird as fuck. Just really a shamble of concepts and fantasies but never romanced. Always been down-to-earth in my opinion.

Long story short, it started young when you don’t even understand shit, and it went on with being close to a friend in 6th grade and thinking of "falling in love". Kinda crazy when you’re young and you think you have such a grasp of love, like you’re so sure that you are in love with this one or this one but it’s so not that. It’s just naive. And innocent. But yeah, I don’t really take that into account.

Then my first date ever was at the cinema with a friend of mine, whom I knew had "feelings" or at least an interest in me, and I had none. But I said yes, cause I wanted to see through it you know? Like if I accept, and I go, how will it happen? Will I fall in love? I guess that’s where it started to get all weird for me. It was, or at least at the time, the worst date of my life. Was stressing the whole movie, didn’t want to be here, kept a wall around myself to protect me from him, and just wanted to go home. So yeah, bad experience.

Then I just stopped I guess? And went my whole years through graduation with no events, just me keeping to myself. At times, wondering about attractions to this guy or another, but never something to be pursued.

Onwards to post high-school and higher studies. First fucking year, first fucking crush ever. That was insane and hardcore. Think I wrote about it here. It was like being struck and paralysed in life, revolving around that one person, that you don’t even know. Complete stranger and yet having so much power over your life. We weren’t even friends. Just in the same classes, hanging out with the same people, and I was finding him so attractive. He was built like a greek god and I felt so shy around him. And there were these weird signs and tensions and it was so weird. Texting with him was awful. Full-blown mind games, heartbreaking moments of despair, ghosting, going back to texting, whatever you name it. Didn’t make any sense. I don’t wanna revisit that too much, but it was never meant to work. It was just my first crush and that was a weird experience. And I associate it to "being crazy" for someone in a way? Something I forgot with time, as of right now. Definitely peak of my so called "dating" life / experiences.

Then it calmed. Till I graduated and started working in a company. And I did the one thing you should never do, but I guess it made me learn stuff so it’s always for the taking. "Dating" a coworker. I always put quote around dating, cause I don’t consider I’ve ever been in a relationship and it was more like, exploring. I made a lot of posts here about that so won’t come back on it, especially because I’m fine with it being buried in the past, but that was also important for me cause that’s the most dates I’ve had with a guy. And I remember, even if I wasn’t physically attracted to him, it was nice to hang out with him. I remember having butterflies in my stomach after our first date in a park, and smiling the all way home. I miss that. Not him, but that feeling, that sensation.

Since then, it feels I’ve lost it. After him, I went on six dates at most I’d say? Always first dates, never beyond. And never felt compelled to go farther. That’s when I started to think, I was dysfunctional. That something was wrong with me. Am I broken? Why is it all so weird for me? And why does it seem so easy for everyone else I know or strangers on the internet? It’s troubling.

I’ve always learnt something from my dates tho. Not enlightening and life-changing but, you kinda always take something home with you to feed your mind. With some we vibes, with some we didn’t and it was awful, but my main issue was physical attraction you know.

The 2019 to now question, is, can I feel physically attracted to someone? It’s not like I ever dated downright "ugly" (by standards and my type) guys. They were all kinda ok - to have went this far even.

On another note, I do know the feeling of love tho, so not a total lost cause. I do love my family. I think that’s love, I identify it as such at least. Same for my best friends, but even then, it’s hard to say, cause they’ve been around for so long. What is even love at that point? How do you describe that shit. It’s not even like I long for it? I don’t even know what I’m doing. I’m a dysfunctional human being.

Lost and confused

Overall, I’m at a weird place in my life. It’s not recent, it’s been a few years. I’m not talking about depression or something weighing heavily on me. But I think, my posts are enough evidence to point out how lost, confused and overthinking I can be. There are good days, bad days, neutral days, but they all have something in common: my life ideology revolving around a conceptual nihilism but not an applied one. It’s a state of my mind. Life is so damn complicated, with no manual, and no guidance. You’re always alone. So of course, you have, I mean, I have, my family, my friends, they’ve always been around at the most needed times to answer my questions and concerns, but deep down, it goes beyond that - what I’m talking about. I can never make myself clear about that, it’s in my head. That’s the issue. Life is so hard to live.

Recently I wished, another me could take care of some stuff while the "real" / current me, would nap in my own mind and come back once it’s done so I don’t have to deal with it. It’s so weird. Don’t ask.

I don’t want to end my life. I’m too selfish for that, it’s not even about others, it’s about me. Life is worth living for the experiences there is to live. It’s undeniable to me. But it’s so frustrating to always be on the edge, not knowing how to act, how to live. I’m fine with not seeing what’s around the corner, cause that’s my motto, YOLO. It’s fine, just take things as they are. But even like this, without trying to think too much, I obviously do and I’m still lost and confused. Makes me thing of DAZED & CONFUSED by Die Antwoord - even though the lyrics are unrelated to all this.

About loneliness

Sometimes it’s fine, I’m a lonely being at heart. I enjoy my "me" time. I don’t need constant social interactions, I’m fine cocooning with myself, playing, watching stuff, reading. I’m not in distress over that, and I can go on for long periods of time.

But sometimes it’s not. Sometimes loneliness creeps in, and it overshadows all that. And it’s like my mind whispering something about it, and that it’s not ok. And that’s why I love my social life too. I love going out, partying, drinking, talking. I’m not an extrovert by no mean. I’m socially awkward, I’m shy, I cringe at myself, but I overthrow all that when out in the open. I wear my mask of confidence and it works. Only when I’m all alone with myself again, I wince at stuff that I said, how I acted, but it’s alright.

Like I said, I can go months feeling ok about being on my own but all it takes, is that one evening, that one night, when it doesn’t feel right.

And that’s when I think about dating. Finding someone, not being on my own forever, having someone to share everything with but, as edgy as it sounds, I feel like I’m so complex that I could never find a partner to solve my jigsaw.

I just think about all my friends, being in a relationship, and how left out I am and out of touch in some topics of life with them cause I’ve never experienced them. So there’s a whole part missing that I can’t interact with.

And it’s fine as long as it’s a fantasy you know, but then, doing the actual bidding, and actual dating, is frightening and terrifying despite me, trying not to be scared and going the flow, my body and my mind are just screaming for help.

Sexual uncertainties

So, lost my V card, fairly recently, so it’s all confusing times. But I guess I feel insecure, obviously inexperienced and it weighs on me. My first sexual experience was, weird, unsatisfying, unimpressive and left me thinking maybe I was even more dysfunctional than I thought.

Will I grow to love it and appreciate it? Was it just that one time that was bad? There’s so many questions that stresses the hell out of me. And right now, my body is in agony. That fellow stress coursing through your veins when thinking about all that stuff, just like before presenting in front of a jury, a job interview or a first date.

2021 is UGH. I don’t know how else to describe it. 21 days in and I’m full of stress, uncertainties, awkwardness and confusion. I can add a long list of words to that but I guess, those are the main points.

But you know what’s weird about all that is that, ooooh taboo, but like many - almost everyone - I do masturbate and I do enjoy it on my own. I know my body. And though I have weird tendencies that I can’t explain and won’t, I can’t understand why my first sexual experience was what it was. Must be tricks of the mind. But truly made me question if I’m asexual, aromantic, greysexual, demisexual or whatnot but I can’t have an answer unless I explore it more I guess.

I think that sums up a lot of important shit about me, or at least, how I view things at the moment, these past years, right now. That’s, that’s what’s going on. It’s a mess, for me. It’s always me, my diary, my thoughts. It’s insignificant to others.