It's not some touchy-feely squidgey kindness and love thing. You are, literally, not possible to replace.
You are not rare, you are literally the only one of you that will ever exist. There is nothing and no-one available to step in and take over what you are doing, and there never will be.
If you stop existing, everything that you were going to do in your life will now never be done. The birds you would see will never be observed by you. The thoughts you have on whether Valjean and Crowley would split a Hawaiian pizza will never occur to anyone else. The fondness you have for your nephew, the tattoo you are going to get in six years, the scritches you are going to give to every dog you meet -- none of that happens. None of it, without you.
I am not a squishy emotions person. I am a facts person. And the fact is, somewhere out there is a kitten that you are eventually going to meet and foster, there is a cousin's friend that needs a couch to sleep on while they get a new job in this trans refuge state, there is a neighbor's garbage can that needs to be pulled out of the street, there is an entire unfathomable universe of YOU that will never happen without you to make it happen.
Maybe you look ahead and see the footprint you leave on the world and you think, ehh, that's no loss to anyone.
How dare you.
How dare you deny the rest of existence the right to judge for ourselves whether you will be missed. Whether your absence is a loss. How dare you decide on behalf of people not even yet born whether or not they will love and respect and value you.
You are literally irreplaceable. So is future-you.
What makes this even funnier is if you’re a rich guy and do this the actual poker players will shower you with praise and stroke your ego (especially when you win hands through sheer variance) and say you’re great and to keep doing what you’re doing because they’re just siphoning money from you and want you to keep it up. Like, that’s the original definition of a “whale” in the gambling sense
i love re-consuming media i used to love when i was younger. like wow! child me still is in me i am holding her hand and keeping her safe and doing her favorite things with her!!!!
The old school lack of transparency on tumblr is amazing because you assume the people you follow must all be equivalent to you and then you see someone write “I brought my youngest to college today” and someone else write “my mom wouldn’t let me listen to Ariana Grande when I was a kid” and then your head explodes
you know how sometimes you see a shape from a distance and hope it's a cat or other small pettable animal. but it turns out to be just a plastic bag or something. well that's sort of what just happened to me, except for some reason i decided it must be a gargoyle statue someone had decided to abandon on the side of the road. so i think i may have just had a truly unique human experience.
fun fact about aging: you don’t perceive yourself as being older but you perceive young people as being younger. today I was in a zoom meeting with a bunch of young men and I kept thinking ‘who put beards on these children’.
"A Child’s View from Gaza" was an art exhibition showcasing drawings created by the children of Gaza.
"The captioned illustrations were created by Palestinian children who lived through the Israeli bombardment of Gaza in 2008-09. The pictures were drawn as part of an effort to help children deal with the horrors they had experienced. A Bay Area nonprofit, Middle East Children’s Alliance (MECA), arranged to display a collection of these pictures at the Museum of Children’s Art in Oakland, California. However, under pressure from the Jewish Federation of the East Bay and other organizations, the museum backed out of the agreement at the last minute."
the way emily and jj both needed to be saved at some point in the series and both times the other was called in to help bring them home despite not having been in the bau for months if not years… Yeah You Go Save Your Wife