I got wild depressed at the start of the week. Though, a better truth is we are all wild depressed, and have been since birth. Being a human is a one-way ticket to cyclic depression. It’s whatever. In this clip I wonder why it is we punish one another for being human, when we’re all in this shitstorm together and we’re all packing baggage anyway.
a short one where I muse validation, and explain how I worked through some shit where I realized I can’t push people to let me be good to them.
When we say “I don’t know what to do” we’re lying. Exactly the thing you don’t want to do is the right solution to the situations where we feel powerless.
Here’s a 12 minute explanation of why your feigned confusion is bullshit.
I was thirty-one when I decided success required being a fraud. But even fraud has its limits. I thought of Frank Abagnale from Catch Me If You Can. That poor, bold, and unlucky dreamer.
To bring it back to a restaurant, if your server is curt with you, or sullen, or abrasive, it will impact your time there and you won’t enjoy your meal. Assuming you’re the type of dimwit to attach meaning to that sort of thing. But it’s a valid reaction. We all have reactions to others. […]
to love someone is to truly accept them, their beliefs, desires, and their constitutions as they are, and not as they could be in relation to one’s own desires…
hard pass, on those overdone,
and intentionally disarming white lies,
clever, tried and true, only to you
quite familiar those repetitive lines
about how different you are from other guys
And She behaves as though she is
the first person to ever chase a cloud,or fall in love
with the sight of a palm tree
against a rich blue sky
Thank you for the enduring
complex of comparison,
my near-inescapable fear
that whatever bonds I ever make
will eventually be taken from me,
that someone else will shine brighter
“It’s okay,” Caitlyn told him.
It wasn’t really, but there was nothing they could do about it now.