Okay so some wild shit has happened, which is why a) I ahven’t been here in ages and b) this is the final post for silentteenage rebellion.
Because I am not the person I was when I started this blog, or even when I was last on here.
Basically, I dipped for so long because I am hella good at getting my phone taken away every time my mom discovers that I am queer. Because she keeps thinking when I’m acting good (i.e. going to church and running her errands) I am cishet???? And then I fell down the rabbit hole of “I found God so now I’m not allowed to be gender non conforming and gay and this is how Im going to be happy because God loves me and will fix me”. Like I deleted my email with my chosen name, ditched my instagram and snapchat accounts, everything.
It took me a few weeks but I came to. And at that point it was too late to get my email back so I couldn’t use the magic link to log back in here. Oof, because I can’t EVER remember my password. Oh and also I broke someone’s heart unfairly because, once again, god told me too.
BUT ANYWAY- I am no longer the person I was when I was running this blog. I don’t run @lifeisdarkening anymore (my depression sideblog through high school). I’ve switched pronouns AGAIN. I’ve moved out, dyed my hair, and hang out on campus at the LGBT resource center. Im trying to fix the mistakes I made when I was in the god-rabbit hole. But overall I am a lot happier.
And because Im happier, Im shutting down this blog. Everything I posted has undertones of what I went through in high school. I can't think about that everytime im on tumblr. So, if ya miss me, find me at @radshitstarfish or at my sapphic blog @sugarandspicesapphic
Anyway, thanks for a great run!
Love, Ren
And G, if for some reason you still follow this blog, hit me up? I miss talking to you, and I was hoping to check in with you. Just see how life is going, ya know?
I feel like the reason certain dog-lovers insist cats are evil is because they read their body language as if they were dogs. So here’s a very basic guide to common “mean” things cats do that actually aren’t mean at all if you know what they’re thinking.
Rolling and exposing belly- attacks you when touched
Does not mean: Give belly rubs! - haha I tricked you!
Actually means: I’m playful! If you reach for my belly I’ll grab your arm and bite it because I think we’re playfighting!
Lazily exposing belly - still attacks when touched
Does not mean: tricked you again!
Actually means: I’m showing you my belly because I trust you. Please don’t break that trust by invading my personal space. I might accept a belly rub if I’m not ticklish and I know you well.
Snapping at you while being pet
Does not mean: I suddenly decided I dislike you!
Actually means: You’re petting me in a way that gives me too much restless energy. Please focus on petting my head and shoulders instead of stroking the full length of my back next time.
Is in the same room but makes no attempt to interact
Does not mean: I’m ignoring you
Actually means: We’re hanging out! I’m being respectful by giving you space while still enjoying your company.
Slapping/scratching your hand when you try to pet them
Does not mean: I hate you!
Actually means: You’ve failed to establish that we’re not playing, or the way you’re approaching me scares me. Be calmer, speak more gently, make eye-contact and blink slowly at me before you try again.
I work with kids. These kids are at my program before and after school, and then some of them have sports/dance/music sometimes all of the above before they finally go home, eat dinner, and go to sleep. Then rinse and repeat everyday, and games and more classes on the weekend, etc.
I’m all for extracurriculars, but this turns into the teen who is not only in the school play, but they’re on the newspaper, the football team, and seven different clubs. In college they take double the courseloads, and then once they graduate…what?
They work themselves raw because they arent used to downtime. They’ve been told they can always be doing something, and they don’t know how to relax. This turns into the adult that has anxiety because there’s nothing left to clean, the adult that desperately wants to watch that TV show but can’t force themselves to sit long enough for it.
Then they turn into the moms and dads who spend all their free time ferrying their kids to extracurriculars.
Like, these kids don’t know what downtime is? I told a kid I did nothing last weekend, and he looked at me like I was crazy. He asked what I was doing this weekend and I said “Probably sleeping, mostly,” and he actually gasped. Then he rattled off a bunch of things I could do, to which I had to stop him.
“No, you don’t understand. I plan on sleeping. I’m booked.”
“But you could–”
“Nah. I’m just gonna rest.”
It was as if I had said a bad word or something. I asked what he does when he gets sick, and he says he goes to practice anyway. I asked him what he does if he doesn’t feel like going, and he said he goes anyway. I asked when he takes time to rest, and he said when he sleeps at night.
Bring back lazy Sundays. Bring back Saturday morning cartoons. Bring back the idea of relaxing and soaking in your day before moving into the next thing. Bring back the right to breathe, the right to rest.
Bring back mental health days, and taking a break. Bring back taking a walk or watching a show or setting a timer to remind yourself to stop cleaning and relax.
If you’re running at 100% all the time with no time to recharge, then your battery is going to die spectacularly, and probably at the worst possible time.