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honestly i dont need therapy i need a machine to go into my body and manually stretch all my muscles and crack all my joints and then i need the machine to go into my brain and deep clean it with soapy hot water
I get a lot of comments saying something like “bro is a striper” (usually when a post breaks containment), so thought I might as well address the topic!
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I just visited a library for the first time in, I dunno, seven years and oh my god the childhood memories.
If at all possible take the children in your life to a library once a month if not more. It will give them such a special view of the world. I felt so calm walking around, smelling the old books and looking at the people. Young students, immigrants studying up on their tests, old people chatting, women in their 30’s hunkering down with books on sewing. It probably also helped that this library is an extension to the social services building so you literally get people from all walks of life who need to register stuff or renew their passports and whatnot.
As an adult I’ve realized I grew up pretty poor and the library must have been a lifesaver for my parents. Our mom is a bookworm and would take us there regularly and while she looked for novels in the boring adult part of the library my brother and I dug through the children’s library where we could get comics, movies and games. And it was the one place we could get anything we wanted because it was all free. Now as an adult I realized it also accustomed me to all sorts of people that I wouldn’t necessarily have met as a child.
you know i don’t think we often talk about how difficult it actually is to suddenly realize that a belief you thought was good and moral and correct was actually really fucking toxic. how you have to look at something and go ‘oh shit, oh i fucked up. oh this is going to take probably years at minimum to deprogram from my brain because of all the little ways this shit pervaded the rest of my beliefs’
so. to all the people picking up all the pieces of a recently shattered world-view and trying to figure out what is safe to keep and what has to be thrown away and started over
to all the people having to relearn how to even listen to other people
to all the people putting in the work to do better while struggling with the guilt that comes from finding out you were the asshole
i’m proud of y’all.
it’s hard to admit being wrong and even harder to change in the aftermath. just keep doing the best you can and just know that the effort is appreciated. everyone can change. everyone can do better. keep fighting.
the angel staying over at my house asked for a nightlight in their room and i told them buddy, don't you produce your own light? what're you gonna do with more? and they said they wanted to see why people like it so much. and also that the nightlight i own is blue and they're been trying to understand color. anyways i think they've stared at it for an hour now