stop for just one second.
think about all the people you’ve secretly had a crush on. all the people you’ve found attractive, but never said anything to. every stranger you’ve temporarily fallen in love with on public transportation. all the people you’ve dreamt of and thought of in the early mornings.
and now take a moment to realize that you have been this person for so many people… and you have no idea.
I’m pretty sure everyone feels like the exception to this rule.
Bless that one person in every group that is like “keep going, I’m listening” and encourages you to finish your story even when everyone else is talking over you.
Maybe that’s why I like animals so much. They bring me closer to humans. In a room with other people, I’m lost. In a room with other people and a doggie, we share a common joy.
I’m kinda exhausted again, today.
Keep this between us, gentle followers of my personal blog, but I really
not at all in a facetious way
dignified someone by debating with them on their “argument” that a white guy with long hair faces the same prejudice as the black community. And my head is still kinda spinnin’ and spinnin’ today.
Like I could outline the debate points for you but. I think you already know how it went. And the argument - because of c. it progressed from debate to argument - ended with neither of us moved in any way. They could not answer my question on if men with long hair had ever faced slavery or legal segregation and kept deflecting until they were then talking about Jews and the persecution they face (which like I mean YES OF COURSE but what does this have to do with long hair??? n o t h i n g ? ? ?) and wound up flatly stating “no one can ever tell me the difference between how we are mistreated” alTHOUGH I JUST HAD and I think they may have actually at least scored some small victory by frying a part of my brain. A part of my brain that I can never get back, my friends.
I can’t believe this is now a permanent thing that really occurred in my life.
This is what a youtube comment section looks like in real life.
Speaking as a white guy with long hair, I can confirm that the man who argued those points is demented.
Does anyone out there know if there’s a way to turn off being able to see how many followers you have? Is there an app for that?
I would like to take this time to apologize for all of the times I have ever posted or reblogged anything positive regarding Penny Arcade, erikamoen, Jontron, lexxercise, gailsimone, Jessica Nigri, crispy-ghee or anyone else who history has proven are irredeemable assholes.
To this I must plead initial ignorance. A lot of these people looked like human beings to me. I trusted them and I was wrong to do so. There are times where I have spread their contempt disguised as something better.
I’m sorry I did that. I’ll try not to do it again, but if I do, please inform me. I want to be careful not to support something sinister, even if it’s just by accident.
You folks deserve better than that.
A couple of days ago, my Mom’s boyfriend’s dog had to be put down. Later, I was thinking about the dog from Pacific Rim, because it’s the same breed as another dog we have. And I remember how the father and son basically had trouble expressing their feelings, so they used the dog for that.
And then I thought of the episode of Everybody Loves Raymond where the daughter’s hamster dies, and they have a little funeral for it. And that’s when I understood something about pets:
They give a family something in common. Something that unites them. The love for a pet can be shared amongst people, even those who otherwise don’t get along.
I mean, DUH. Of course that’s one of the perks of having a pet. It sounds really obvious. But I wonder why that thought didn’t occur to me for 27 years.