Here we are, again. So, let me ask you a question. How many of you have thought about the ‘likes’ or ‘comments’ on your recent posts on social networking sites? … Continue reading What doesn’t matter.
I’m not a nice person.
I’m not a good person.
I’m not a kind person.
This isn’t to say that I don’t ever try to be any of these three things. I do, especially the last two.
It’s more to say that, for me, surviving in this cissexist, racist, ableist, heteronormative, classist, often fucked up world of ours has involved rejecting the idea that “good” and “bad” are static states of being. I will never be a “good person” because, to me, “good” is not something that you achieve. It’s an ongoing process that never ends.
It is, in fact, almost impossible not to be doing bad things as well as good when you are human and therefore flawed. Especially when you are part of a messed up system, as we all are.
This, to me, is why it’s important to call out bad behavior, or hurtful language, or even…
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Hello! Pizzalover697 here *i’m sure you can see the name somewhere, but still* So, this is my first post. I don’t know what to type but let’s see what is happening in my not-so-right-life.
People. High school. I guess you know what I’m about to type. This can be called one of those “mainstream teen girl blog” But first, I’m a guy. And high school doesn’t suck, but the people pretty much do. It’s just, you know, one of those things. Lel.
So here I am, blogging about the one person I can’t stop thinking about. No, I don’t like her. No, I don’t have a crush on her. It is just some sort of attachment. Some really vague, out of this world connection that stops me from thinking about anything else except her. Well, I’m a student who is currently preparing for his law exam. And, this had to happen now. *life, my friends*
There is this girl. *there always is* Well, she is my friend. One of the closer ones. But there is just something about her that keeps me thinking about her. She doesn’t text. I don’t text. No, I’m not egoistic. It’s just, for some reason, I expect more from her, I don’t know why. We have been friends since a year and half and still I don’t know why I expect more from her. It’s like, I want her to talk to me. Every single day. But I don’t text her. The thought “Oh, if she cares then she will text first” keeps me from texting her. I feel like a girl, ughh. Yeah, I’ve also called her a bitch. And a hypocrite. Well, she is a hypocrite. I know that she is one, but everyone in this world is a hypocrite to a certain extent.
Hell, I don’t even know why I’m blogging.
Well, for what it’s worth, I hope that whoever is reading can give me some ideas or tips on how to get over her. ANYONE. Criticism is fine. I know many of you are fed up of these stories. Sorry :p.