you were raised in comparison.
it wasn't always obvious (well. except for the times that it was), but you internalized it young. you had to eat what you didn't like, other people are going hungry, and you should be grateful. you had to suck it up and walk on the twisted ankle, it wasn't broken, you were just being a baby. you were never actually suffering, people obviously had it worse than you did.
you had a roof over your head - imagine! with the way you behaved, with how you talked back to your parents? you're lucky they didn't kick you out on your ass. they had friends who had to deal with that. hell, you have friends who had to deal with that. and how dare you imply your father isn't there for you - just because he doesn't ever actually talk to you and just because he's completely emotionally checked out of your life doesn't mean you're not fucking lucky. think about your cousins, who don't even get to speak to their dad. so what if yours has a mean streak; is aggressive and rude. at least you have a father to be rude to you.
you really think you're hurting? you were raised in a home! you had access to clean water! you never so much as came close to experiencing a real problem. sure, okay. you have this "mental illness" thing, but teenagers are always depressed, right. it's a phase, you'll move on with your life.
what do you mean you feel burnt out at work. what do you mean you mean you never "formed healthy coping mechanisms?" we raised you better than that. you were supposed to just shoulder through things. to hold yourself to high expectations. "burning out" is for people with real jobs and real stress. burnout is for people who have sick kids and people who have high-paying jobs and people who are actually experiencing something difficult. recently you almost cried because you couldn't find your fucking car keys. you just have lost your sense of gratitude, and honestly, we're kind of hurt. we tell you we love you, isn't that enough? if you want us to stick around, you need to be better about proving it. you need to shut up about how your mental health is ruined.
it could be worse! what if you were actually experiencing executive dysfunction. if you were really actually sick, would you even be able to look at things on the internet about it? you just spend too much time on webMD. you just like to freak yourself out and feel like you belong to something. you just like playing the victim. this is always how you have been - you've always been so fucking dramatic. you have no idea how good you have it - you're too fucking sensitive.
you were like, maybe too good of a kid. unwilling to make a real fuss. and the whole time - the little points, the little validations - they went unnoticed. it isn't that you were looking for love, specifically - more like you'd just wanted any one person to actually listen. that was all you'd really need. you just needed to be witnessed. it wasn't that you couldn't withstand the burden, but you did want to know that anyone was watching. these days, you are so accustomed to the idea of comparison - you don't even think you belong in your own communities. someone always fits better than you do. you're always the outlier. they made these places safe, and then you go in, and you are just not... quite the same way that would actually-fit.
you watch the little white ocean of your numbness lap at your ankles. the tide has been coming in for a while, you need to do something about it. what you want to do is take a nap. what you want to do is develop some kind of time machine - it's not like you want your life to stop, not completely, but it would really nice if you could just get everything to freeze, just for a little while, just until you're finished resting. but at least you're not the worst you've been. at least you have anything. you're so fucking lucky. do you have any concept of the amount of global suffering?
a little ant dies at the side of your kitchen sink. you look at its strange chitinous body and think - if you could just somehow convince yourself it is enough, it will finally be enough and you can be happy. no changes will have to be made. you just need to remember what you could lose. what is still precious to you.
you can't stop staring at the ant. you could be an ant instead of a person, that is how lucky you are. it's just - you didn't know the name of the ant, did you. it's just - ants spend their whole life working, and never complain. never pull the car over to weep.
it's just - when it died, it curled up into a tight little ball.
something kind of uncomfortable: you do that when you sleep.
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literally started crying bc like.. i seriously dont get how people can just watch movies and then walk away and forget about them forever. how can you have no interest in any part of filmmaking - the cinematography the score the lighting the set design the costumes. how can you not care about the narrative - the themes foreshadowing dramatic irony. how can you not care about how they intersect through acting and shot composition and framing and just HOW CAN YOU NOT CARE. how can you sit through a movie completely silent and not feel any emotions at all throughout. how can you sit there and give me excuses about your age and you cant remember and you dont even know what cinematography means.
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Videogames are supposed to exist to be a break from stress and a way to vent frustration,,
SO WHY THE FUCK DO THEY ALWAYS AGGRIVATE AND FRUSTRATE ME SO MUCH
I can't even play fucking star dew valley without getting anxious and annoyed, let alone any game with any sort of pressure or imaginary stakes (why do games include pressure and stakes??)
I can't handle life as it is what the fuck am I supposed to use to cool off and enjoy myself that doesn't Bore Me To Death if not games?
I'm so fucking tired and so easily frustrated I can't handle this shit
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ok so there was someone saying fuck during lunchtime and ppl were telling him to not™ but then he said "oh its just yuck with an f lmao" and for some reason that was enough for baby me. so the whole day i was on a saying fuck high but then i was told that if someone catches me saying fuck i'd get tied to a tree and beat up :( sad!
Ok I was going along w everything until the last part what the fuck is wrong with kids. Who tells them that.
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Ok actually... genuinely it's like... if shiv and kendall never fucking take him seriously or value his input and opinions they're basically asking him to run back to logan. Which is something he's alr inclined to do because he's fucking roman. He really seemed game at first to get into their own thing and actually separate their legacy and business lives from their father's but kendall and shiv are still so hell bent on fucking with him and pissing him off and the best way to do that when he isn't in their personal lives is via big business moves. Hit him where it hurts. "Oh let's just fuck with him, wouldn't this be so funny" but it can never just be that. It can never just be one thing. They got their taste n now they've gotta keep going. Roman may be addicted to logan's "love" or at least unable to let go of his love for logan but we know they're just as obsessed w him... And all this combined w not taking roman seriously, rejecting his interest in their own startup, leaving him the odd one out re:their move on the gojo deal... ugh... They wanna be able to strike out on their own and act as business partners but they can never escape their sibling dynamics (w rome at the bottom of the pyramid). Shiv can go on about how logan thinks he's fucking right all the time and it's not like that isn't true but they inherited that shit from him too!!! Noooo we're just smarter. We just know business better. This is a great idea, you just wouldn't get it, rome. When in the past he has been shown to have good ideas, think just as if not more rationally than them, and in fact "get" the business... ugh!!!
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