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What does it mean to be an archetroper?
27th October, 2025No archetroper relates to their identity the same way, as with most identities in the world, but what can be said about having an archetypal identity is that it is heavily about a specific narrative or social role that is being played. Doing is more important than being. Thus archetropy is similar to a job that one takes up either because they believe its some innate duty or because it aligns with their interests and lived experiences. Conceptuality is the abstract, the symbolic, and the figurative that becomes so ingrained into someone that it is often foundational to their being.
In fact, this experience is the same when it comes to writing. Character development frequently starts with the role the writer wants the character to perform in the story, whether intentionally or unintentionally. The author will mold a character's appearance, behavior, speech, and other traits to reflect and reinforce their archetype. Archetropers do the same, shaping ourselves to fit the characteristics of our archetypes. In a way we are almost like our own 'fictional characters', unspecific but still following and experiencing the things that make a character a character. And there lies the similarity between fictionfolk and conceptfolk, the embodying of an ideal that drives our lives either by being a character with a archetype or being the archetype or concept.
Another thing I've discovered about archetropy is that the archetype you end up identifying with or as is primarily determined by what you believe best describes who you are or will become, which is why archetropy refuses to be defined by a dichotomy of voluntary and involuntary. That being said there hasn't been one archetype I've described myself as. Of course, as fictionkind, I have common tropes that appear across the board but there's a difference between a recurring trope and an inherent sense of purpose and identity.
My Experience
The most common archetypes I've described myself as are "The Living Weapon," "The Martyr," "Faustian Rebel," and "The Cowboy." Although I could write essays about all four of these archetypes and their relation to me, I believe ultimately they all point to a single fundamental nature and controlling agent I've stated as "giving oneself up in totality to something bigger than oneself". It's not exactly servitude because that suggests being willingly or unwillingly assigned to someone to do their bidding; instead, in my case, it's about a lack of independence from whatever force of nature, narrative, person, or being is. You cannot be yourself without being a part of something greater than the self.
What does that look like for me, an archetroper of many names? Well, I believe it reflects or has manifested in my life as a rejection of self-concept, a strong sense of non-dualism, a commitment to discovering myself in a grander scheme, and how I interpret and relate to the sources and mythos of my kintypes. An example of that last aspect would be my role as Sam from the horror game "Look Outside". Sam, even before the ending of the game, was a "protector of earth and humanity" and The Visitor saw that in him. Sam made commune with an eldritch being, called it a friend, made it realize itself and the way it unconsciously wreaked havoc in its Observance. The Visitor saw Sam's "lack of independence" from his core of compassion and transformed him in a way that he could reach his compassion infinitely. My archetrope plays a significant role in who I am and who I hope to become and I'm sure it's true for many others.
Patricidal Lament
19 January,2025You have a crooked smile and the whites of your eyes show
All I did was ask a question,
and you act as if I've destroyed the very fabrics of reality.
You accuse and get mad when I deny.
Every day I think of the many ways to rid you of my life
Many ways lead to the death of something.
The death of marriage,
the cruel death of you,
the silent death of me,
the death that comes for us all
naturally.
Murder is a crime fit for punishment.
Living is not and yet I still suffer.
Fight, flight, and freeze bundled into one reaction.
My lips and body switch frantically as I think of many escape acts
One pertains to stabbing you...
Second blog post
15th July, 2025Slowed down by a sense of hopelessness in all his decisions and movements, he suffered from bitter sadness, and his incapacity solidified into a pain that often sat like a nosebleed behind his forehead the moment he tried to make up his mind to do something.
