Be silly.
Be honest.
Be kind.
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I need love that I do not deserve, grace that I have not earned, and forgiveness that I have not sought.
I need it and I need it and I need it till the end.
”(Source: tblaberge, via itsokellamae)
You know what absolutely boggles my mind? That healthy people exist. Genuinely healthy people. No mental illness, no physical illness, no chronic illness. Just healthy. What a life that must be.
This fucks with my head though. There are people who get up and feel… Awake, and then they go and just… Do their adult responsibilities without feeling anxious or upset? They just return phonecalls? Answer calls from unknown numbers? Don’t procrastinate doing important things until is a huge problem that makes you cry??
That sounds fake.
Have we really reached the point as a society where being normal and healthy is odd to people? What the fuck. At what point in time did mentally unstable and unhealthy people take over and become the norm?
Was it when PC became mainstream? Now that you can’t discourage unhealthy people from being unhealthy? or make them feel any different at all regardless of how far from the old norm they are. I feel like that is when it happened.
At this rate eventually we’ll have so many mentally unstable people as a society anyone normal will be discouraged and they’ll be told “There is something wrong with you, you just have to look for it.” to fit in and they’ll actually develop hypochondria. Unless that has already happened oh wait…
Or, y'know… It’s always been hard for the chronically ill and mentally ill to imagine what it’s like being something else? You know, like it would be hard for anyone who lives one way to imagine living another way.
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At what point in time did mentally unstable and unhealthy people take over and become the norm?
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Two people discuss their perceptions and daily life on Tumblr.
Onlooker : “Oh my, they’re taking over and becoming the norm”.
You might want to look up “exageration”.
At eighteen, school had taught me how to derive an integral, but not how to apologize.
Yet they are rules and methods to ACTUALLY apologize and take responsibility, instead of mumbling insincere “sorry if I hurt you but I didn’t mean it”.
Timeout:
What advice would you give to a young band just starting out?
Pete:
‘You should start that question “Is there any advice…”’
Timeout:
Is there any advice…?
Pete:
‘No.’
Carl:
‘Nothing apart from “Keep the faith!” It’s the hardest thing in the world, and the easiest.’
Pete:
‘Just don’t listen to the naysayers who say that it’s a crap idea to put on this certain event at this certain place. Just do it. Play the really dodgy pub at the end of the street. You could meet a songwriting partner. You could get a blowjob. I don’t know.’
Carl:
‘You could get both, if you read the fan fiction.’
on “tolerance” and why it actually isn’t that great.
[transcript]
So, the other day, I kind of impulsively came out to my friend as bisexual, which I sort of immediately regretted, because she’s always kind of been like, borderline homophobic? Like, only a little bit, but it’s still there. So, much to my surprise, her response was, “oh, that’s okay. I don’t think of any less of you.” and that really got me thinking; why do we consider tolerance as some sort of universal benchmark for social egalitarianism? You expect me to be happy that you chose to acknowledge my existence, instead of rejecting me on the spot, or beating my ass? Like, why is this a thing that we reward in society? I don’t understand.
The thing about tolerance is, tolerance is not synonymous with acceptance. If you tolerate something, the implication is that it’s still inferior. You still think the other person is inferior to you, you‘re just choosing not to actively discriminate them and you expect to be patted on the back for that. Your ability to hold your nose doesn’t take away from the fact that you still think something stinks. The very fact that you think you have the power to grant or withhold acceptance from someone is evidence that oppression is still in play.
At the end of the day, I don’t really give a shit about whether or not you think you can tolerate me, because you somehow still have the belief that you can make an arbitrary value judgement that can somehow determine whether or not I deserve access to a safe environment or basic human rights, and that’s not cool. So, ultimately, the one thing I cannot tolerate is you being a gigantic asshole.
(via petitetimidgay)
Now is the time to welcome myself back
So I had to leave for a long while. The painful end of a friendship made posting here impossible, fear and shame and disgust.
But time passed and wounds are healing, all sorts of wounds, some I didn’t even see. I now proudly carry the scars of surviving my mental health.
And I’m working on being okay with who I am and where I am. I’m working on accepting the incertitude that is life. I’m working on realising that there is still time to build a lot of awesome things.
I’m a work in progress, and yet I am complete already. I’m a contradiction. I’m okay.
