Apollo’s Impostor Syndrome vs. Dionysus’s Nihilism
Apollo sat at the edge of Olympus, meticulously editing a selfie.
"Lighting's off," he muttered, adjusting the sun’s position slightly. "Angle’s wrong. Maybe a filter? No—too artificial. Gods should look effortlessly divine."
He sighed, deleting the photo for the sixth time.
Beside him, Dionysus lounged on a pile of grapes, swirling wine in his cup. "You overthink everything," he yawned. "Just post it."
Apollo scoffed. "I can't just post it. I’m the god of perfection. If my image isn’t flawless, what’s the point?"
Dionysus raised an eyebrow. "What is the point, though?" He took a sip. "We’re immortal. Nothing matters."
Apollo froze, horrified. "Of course it matters! Reputation, legacy, achievement—"
Dionysus cut him off with a lazy wave. "All dust in the end. One day, people will forget our names, no matter how many statues they carve or poems they write. So why bother?"
Nothing matters... and maybe that's okay.
Apollo exhaled sharply. "So what do you live for, then?" He turned to Dionysus, eyes sharp. "If you don’t care about legacy, or honor, or success—what’s your purpose?"
Dionysus shrugged. "Wine, parties, chaos. A good laugh. Making sure mortals stop taking themselves too seriously. Watching you panic over a selfie. That kind of thing."
Apollo narrowed his eyes. "So your entire existence is… a joke?"
Dionysus took a slow sip. "Pretty much."
Apollo shook his head. "I don’t understand how you can live without purpose."
Dionysus gave a lazy grin. "And I don’t understand why you need one."
The two gods stared at each other, an unstoppable force of perfectionism meeting an immovable wall of apathy.
Sometimes, the god of chaos has a point.
Finally, Dionysus sighed. "Look, you can stress over your divine LinkedIn profile, or you can drink with me and accept the void." He extended the cup. "Your call, golden boy."
Apollo hesitated—then took the wine.
A single sip. Then another.
Then, at long last, he posted the selfie.
And for the first time in centuries, Apollo felt at peace.
Perfection is exhausting.
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