I’m not the girl who dances in the rain, the girl with thunder in her eyes or the one who lights up the room when she walks in. I’m not the quiet introvert romanticised to be cute and compact nor am I the vivacious life of the party. But I’m learning to like life in the middle, nestled in the curvature of the wave of mediocrity and magnificence.
To quote any vaguely woke form of television, literature, music etc then life as we know it is relatively meaningless: in that it is arbitrary. Yet I’m starting to think that that in and of itself is what imbues life with meaning.
If my existence is based purely on chance then I am going to make the most of this goddamn chance while I have it.
I love my Dad to death but his misogyny is getting out of hand
He has such massive Mother issues that he takes it out on every woman expect the woman with whom he has issues.
He resents my Mum for being a better Mother to my sister and I, than his Mother was to him. He simultaneously resents my sister and I for having a Mother figure that he never had as a child.
It has definitely got worse as he has got older and as my Grandma gets older. Moreso because I think he sees no point in venting his lifelong issues to his 90 year old mother in Jamaica and so instead they fester and just randomly manifest.
He thinks that statements such as:
‘I come from a family of strong women.’
‘Of course the patriarchy was doomed to fail because a world in which women aren’t respected will never work’
etc...
negate his statements such as:
‘A female CEO simply can never be as good as a male CEO because she isn’t a man.’
(Telling me at age 15) ‘You want to make sure your boobs aren’t sagging prematurely or you will never get a man.’
‘All you women love drama you can’t help it - you’re women.’
Starting to really get sick of this ish. Man needs to get his fucking house in order before it collapses in on itself.
mom thinks i’m bright
but not vivid enough to illuminate the world
to her, i am merely a firefly trapped in a mason jar
i just wish she’d poke holes in the lid
- not just because she’s suffocating me -
but so i could at least pretend they’re stars