I feel like if Dipper were ever reincarnated as a demon, he wouldn't fit in super well with the others. Yes, he's been raised to vie for power and step on everyone in his way using whatever means is necessary - it's the same toxic bizz as when he was a human, appealing to gender norms. He's tougher, scarier, more powerful (than ordinary humans, that is), but when it comes to asserting control - being Evil - he doesn't have it in him. Given enough time, I think he'd grow pretty vocal about leaving living things alone. NOT torturing organisms for the hell of it, or stealing people's souls, or conquering planets. Sure, he's a demon. That's no excuse to be a MONSTER.

It's a VERY unpopular opinion amongst neighboring demons, and rumor spreads fast about the Goody Two-Shoed Activist imp raining on everyone's blood-splattered parade, so much so that it makes it to Bill, who's immediately intrigued. Call it intuition, but only one soul's capable of overriding goddamn demon nature for some preachy bullshit about "Doing Good." Lucky for him, demons occupy the same plane of existence, so all it really takes to verify the guy is a snap of his fingers, and POOF! He's floating right next to him. Sure enough, Dipper's fashioned himself a new and improved demonic form, and it is lovely!

No one likes Dipper's kumbaya "Can't We All Just Get Along" ideology, but Bill's almost instantly smitten with the guy, whoever he is, so he's gotta be at least somewhat powerful. Demons take notice when the all-powerful Bill Cipher starts lending his time (and magic?) to some low-leveler like Dipper. Is he being blackmailed? Are they working together? No. Not possible. Bill doesn't "work" with anyone, save for whatever human catches his eye every few decades. Doesn't look to be doing him any benefit, either. The opposite, even. Lending power to a saint like Dipper only makes it harder to cause chaos, after all. Why would he actively go against his OWN best interest to cater some imp's? It's almost like he's. He's.

A henchmen.

(Bill's also 30% more affectionate the first month they reunite, because he still can't believe that his adorable little human husband came back as the same SPECIES as him! He'd never complain over having a sweet human to squeeze, but one with teeth and claws and cute pointy ears doesn't hurt).

Pain Develops Inspiration, However Only If You Let It

Today is Christmas Eve, unless you happen to be reading this on a various day obviously. Christmas Eve and Day were a few of the most memorable and vivid memories I had as a child.I matured in a very economically strapped household. Through the majority of my childhood, my daddy was a tough working, low income person who supported a household of seven: himself, my mommy who was his stay at house better half, and his five children, of which I was the oldest.We weren't

" bad," but we were seriously strapped. The only method my parents could manage to purchase Christmas presents for their five kids was to scrape as best they could and put a little loan away all year. Each kid received only 3 or 4 presents, and only one of the 5 kids would receive a "huge" present each year. "Huge" was defined as more than about $50. My parents did their best to turn which kid got the "huge present" each year to make it as reasonable as they could.This whole

scenario really troubled me. I was constantly a materialistic capitalist from the time I was very small. I started my first service at age nine selling Christmas cards door-to-door to all the community mamas so I might have a little pocket money in my pocket ... cash I didn't receive from my moms and dads who could not afford it. Soon this changed into offering papers, mowing lawns, babysitting, and moving building and construction particles. I knew that no matter how difficult I attempted, I 'd never ever get any real money out of my parents, so I had to go make it myself.Often I would ask my

father why he didn't make more loan, and why all of my good friends constantly appeared to have more than we did. He would provide me the usual false, left-wing Societal Programming about how loan does not make people pleased. Even as a kid I knew this was demonstrably false, considering that the parents of my more wealthier pals constantly seemed to be pleased, and my moms and dads, while they were great people and great parents, constantly appeared stressed out.Every Christmas early morning, I would stroll into the living-room and see the stacks of presents under the Christmas tree, and it resembled a spiritual experience. Seeing all those gifts was among the most exciting things, possibly the most interesting thing I experienced as a kid.Yet, after we opened all the presents, I would look down on my lap and see the 3 or four small presents that were mine

, and after that see among my brothers or sis get really delighted about their one "big present," generally a bicycle or something.It didn't appear right to me.One day I visited among my friend's houses. He was an active blonde kid called Barry. This was the first time I had really visited his home.

He showed me around his place. Eventually we came throughout an open door to a space he hadn't revealed me. "What remains in there?"I asked."Oh,"he stated,"That's the toy space.""The TOY ROOM?" I exclaimed,"You have a whole room just for your toys ?!?" "Well, yeah,"he stated in a confused tone,"Don't you?" I turned

and entered the space, and it

resembled going into heaven. It was a whole playroom with all sort of toys all lined up on 3 of its 4 walls. And I'm not just talking toys, I'm taking huge expensive toys, like the Star Wars Death Star Playset and the Imperial Walker AT-AT and massive area LEGO sets, all of which I knew were way more than $50.$ 50 was a great deal of cash for a toy back in the 1980s, especially for kids in households like mine.I simply couldn't think what I was seeing. I screamed in enjoyment and ran to the toys and began playing with all of them. Barry was confused."Why are you so thrilled? "This example was typical to him. To

me it was practically better than Christmas.My joy was short-lived. I went house that evening furious. Why the hell did Barry get all these remarkable toys and not me? Barry didn't work any more difficult at school than I did. As as a matter of reality, I got better grades than he did

. Yet he was allowed to reside in a toy paradise while I was stuck in my low-income, toy-sparse household. It was bullshit. IT WASUNFAIR!!! I was so upset. I cursed the world as a dark and unjust place.And I was wrong.My nine-year-old understanding of the world was therefore. Somebody had something I didn't, for that reason the world was unfair, individuals who had more than me were jerks, and life sucked.I didn't realize at that time the logical

, domino effect descriptions for this disparity. The reasons Barry had so

far more than me were extremely basic. Barry's father chose to operate in a high-income market. My father picked to work in a low-income market. Barry's father picked to have two kids and stop. My dad selected to have 5 kids and keep going.(My mama was unable to have more past 5, but my parents still attempted.)Barry resided in high-income household with just 2 kids to support. I resided in a low-income household with 5 kids to support. So of course Barry had more than I had. And in both cases, it wasn't due to the fact that the world was wicked or unjust. It wasn't due to the fact that Barry's dad, or my dad, was great or bad. It was due to the fact that our daddies had made various conscious and purposeful life decisions.Today I see a lot of hatred against individuals who make more money than others. Each time I see this, I can't assist however consider how I felt when I was dumb nine year-old kid. That guy makes more loan than me. He sucks. The world is unreasonable. Grrr. However no, that's not it at all. That guy made different choices than you did. Yes, some people inherit a great deal of loan without doing any work

, however grumbling about these people is a red herring, considering that only 8 %these days's millionaires acquired their wealth. I certainly wasn't because classification. As a young guy I had to go out into the market and make my money.On the news, in the in 2015 or two, we have actually seen some dreadful and wicked things committed by angry males who aren't effective with ladies. These guys are much like the money-haters. That guy fumes girls. I do not. He sucks. The world is unreasonable. Grrr.In with both loan and women, this is the specific incorrect way to transport

discontentment. You can either direct discontentment outward into the world and be resentful the rest of your life, or you can direct it inward and transmute it into motivation to end up being a much better, more effective, and more pleased man.As I discuss in the Alpha Male 2.0 book, one of the only two times misery stands past the age of 25 is as a short-term motivator for you to enhance your condition. You're dissatisfied with something in your life, so you take favorable right action to change that condition into something that makes you long-term happy.I have a higher than average income, and have considering that I was in my twenties. Today I can buy basically whatever I desire. The only genuine element when I purchase something, even something pricey, is not if I can manage it but how it will affect my investments. (With my INTJ character I tend to be quite anal about those. )There are lots of reasons for this monetary success. The primary factor is that money creates flexibility, and freedom is my greatest value. I knew that if I wished to be a really totally free guy, I needed to make a certain amount of money. So I sucked it up and did it.But the second factor, of all the many reasons, is because of the extreme discontentment I felt for lots of years as a child in a huge family with very little loan. I remember how uncomfortable it was to desire something severely and be unable to afford it. I grew up knowing that I never ever desired to feel that unfavorable feeling ever once again. I wished to ensure my future kids and future better half(if any)never felt that feeling either.As I got in the work world at age 18, I again saw this monetary lack with people all around me. Men at work, in their 30s and 40s, would grumble they couldn't afford things. Females at work would complain they wished to go on all these trips and other enjoyable things "However my other half is a delivery truck driver and we can't afford it." This spurred me on even more. I didn't desire to be among those guys.So I put my head down and worked extremely hard for several years, compromising a few things, consisting of a good sex life, in order to do so. It worked, as cause and result always does. By the time I was 27 I was making 6 figures, which was back in 1999 when 6 figures truly suggested something(considering that it was before Bush and Obama began printing all that cash and boosting inflation ). Relax tomorrow during Christmas, open your presents, eat a great dinner, try to ignore the Societal Shows of your household, and have an excellent time. On New Years Eve, go get drunk and celebration and get laid.But on January 2nd when the new year really begins, you have an option to make. You can cross your arms and resent the world about how unfair whatever is, or you can put in the work to much better your condition and be happy.I know which one I've always picked, and which one I will continue to choose next year. I hope you do the same.Merry Christmas.