WHERE WE'RE UNDERSTOOD, AND CHEERED
To walk inside yourself and meet no one for hours - that is what you must be able to attain. To be solitary as you were when you were a child, when the grownups walked around involved with matters that seemed large and important because they looked so busy and because you didn’t understand a thing about what they were doing.
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“Stay hungry, stay foolish.”
Death ends a life, not a relationship.
As a society, we encourage girls and women to be emotionally accessible, and in touch with their feelings; we say that it’s an innately feminine trait. We say it, that is, until they have feelings that make us uncomfortable, at which point we recast them as melodramatic harpies, shrieking banshees, and basket cases
Audrey Hepburn and her oscar for Roman Holiday, 1954
Anne Hathaway and her oscar for Les Misérables, 2013.VAMPIRE!
It’s been about 4 years and it still bothers me. I was so disappointed with them. All expectations were shattered…
I can sense the time is getting closer for a lot of things to come out into the open. This will definitely be one of them. Done preserving other people’s ego, for the sake of being polite/respectful, when that action isn’t being returned.
Holding hands may seem like an innocent gesture, but they show more than a simple interlocking of fingers. Your hands are one of the most essential parts of your body: you build with them, feed with them, hold with them, touch with them, fight with them; they are the tools of the human body. To take a hold of another’s hand is to break from living individually. It is to link yourself to another being, to momentarily entwine your life with another’s, to promise, for a moment, that you need not face the world alone. More simple, more aesthetically naive than other forms of affection, i.e kissing, hugging, sexing.., the act of holding hands is often trivialized in its true implications.
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“According to Greek mythology, humans were originally created with four arms, four legs, and a head with two faces. Fearing their power, Zeus split them into two separate beings condemning them to spend their lives in search for their other halves.”
~Plato’s The Symposium.
I have a duty to speak the truth as I see it and share not just my triumphs, not just the things that felt good, but the pain, the intense, often unmitigated pain. It is important to share how I know survival is survival and not just a walk through the rain.
I’d like to believe college cultivated a skill/talent in me, and not just made me trainable…
All new experiences cause me anxiety. It doesn’t matter how wonderful the experience may be, I still freak out.
Today I had my first day of training, and considering the first interview was pretty awkward (despite getting the position), I thought today was going to bring on a whole new level of anxieties. Training is just always awkward, you meet a bunch of people, and you’re bombarded with information, and then you’re expected to get things done….somewhat correctly.
But to my surprise, I’m working with a former co-worker, who happens to be very sweet, so yay to familiarity! Also it wasn’t a one to one training. There was another girl who was being trained. We got to talk, and we’re pretty much in the same place in terms of life/academics, so it was exciting chatting with her. She definitely made the whole situation much more comfortable.
I’m looking forward to doing this every week, as well as learning how to use the equipment.
It wasn’t as bad as I expected it to be.
Black guy kills some people.Society: Criminal. Muslim guy kills some people. Society: Terrorist. Latino guy kills some people. Society: Criminal. White guy kills some people. Society: Mental illness. (lost soul, complicated psyche, quiet loner, misunderstood, frustrated with life, experienced recent, traumatic, life-altering events that set him off; not to mention all the positive descriptors that are attached to him, i.e. intelligent, PhD candidate, honor roll student, etc.)
I would like it to be an integral part of my life, as opposed to something that is relevant in some situations, but completely taboo in others. There is a purpose for the hiding and the whispers, but many more excuses. I rather it be acknowledged in all areas of my life, but I haven’t figured out how to handle that yet.
Try to imagine a life without timekeeping. You probably can’t. You know the month, the year, the day of the week. There is a clock on your wall or the dashboard of your car. You have a schedule, a calendar, a time for dinner or a movie. Yet all around you, timekeeping is ignored. Birds are not late. A dog does not check its watch. Deer do not fret over passing birthdays. an alone measures time. Man alone chimes the hour. And, because of this, man alone suffers a paralyzing fear that no other creature endures. A fear of time running out.
