Me: "I think it'd be a good idea for everyone here to journal! You'll get a physical mark of your existence that you can hold and look back on and that's really neat actually."
Headmate: "But what if I want to be ephemeral, temporal, unknowable - like the sighing of the wind in the trees, like the breaths that give way to silence?"
Me: "understandable, have a good day"
Bast: "I think you want a physical mark of our existence, not us."
Me: "I MEAN CAN U BLAME ME I THINK U GUYS ARE COOL"
Lark: "I... think that sounds nice, actually. It also sounds like work."
Me: "...yeah,"
Other responses included:
- *giggle* "It's simply not a priority for me!"
- "Ew, vulnerability."
- "Well, I would, but I don't exactly have anything to write about in here."
- "Oh, are you up to your schemes again, Phosphor?"
I then proceeded to (internally) throw up my hands and shout "ALAS, I HAVE BEEN FOILED IN MY ATTEMPT TO CREATE A [some unwordable concept between "album of photos" and "touching hallmark movie moment" and "treasured Family Tradition"]" at which point everyone laughed and metaphorically hung up 
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