Pain has been the defining aspect of my life for so long it sometimes feels like nothing else is real, and the potential for good things feels like a bitterly cruel lie
clarification of the bit of personal philosophy I was trying to communicate earlier
Pain and joy are two sides of the same coin, not opposites.
Looking wistfully at a phone that never rings // The warmth in your heart from seeing their smile
Having the average person think your views are both crazy and dangerous // Knowing that a better world is possible and that you are part of the fight for it
Psychic damage from bloodthirsty slava ukrani // getting thirty upbears on your PPB
The point I was trying to make with my reply was that we are always choosing which types of pain are more or less palatable to us, and that is the decision that more than anything shapes the joys we allow ourselves the chance to experience.
Don't get me wrong, you can be getting shit on for extended periods through no particular fault of your own. There is exceptionally rarely any indication of when or if things get better.
Exposing yourself to the pain of rejection was a prerequisite for even the possibility of love to be on the table.
The other question that popped into my head reading that was:
"How would you feel reading your comment as a text from a crush?"
I'm not trying to chastise you for feeling how you do, but my immediate thought would be that the burdens they are bearing are currently occluding the bandwidth they would need in order to be a present and active partner.
I have also never had a second date, but I also haven't had a single date since I turned 20. Maybe some day we will stumble upon each other under a statue of Lenin. 😳
Never had one of those, just first ones that end with me confused and hurt
The types of pain we willingly endure determine the types of joy we are granted the potential to experience.
Pain has been the defining aspect of my life for so long it sometimes feels like nothing else is real, and the potential for good things feels like a bitterly cruel lie
clarification of the bit of personal philosophy I was trying to communicate earlier
Pain and joy are two sides of the same coin, not opposites.
Looking wistfully at a phone that never rings // The warmth in your heart from seeing their smile Having the average person think your views are both crazy and dangerous // Knowing that a better world is possible and that you are part of the fight for it Psychic damage from bloodthirsty slava ukrani // getting thirty upbears on your PPB
The point I was trying to make with my reply was that we are always choosing which types of pain are more or less palatable to us, and that is the decision that more than anything shapes the joys we allow ourselves the chance to experience.
Don't get me wrong, you can be getting shit on for extended periods through no particular fault of your own. There is exceptionally rarely any indication of when or if things get better.
Exposing yourself to the pain of rejection was a prerequisite for even the possibility of love to be on the table.
The other question that popped into my head reading that was:
"How would you feel reading your comment as a text from a crush?"
I'm not trying to chastise you for feeling how you do, but my immediate thought would be that the burdens they are bearing are currently occluding the bandwidth they would need in order to be a present and active partner.
I have also never had a second date, but I also haven't had a single date since I turned 20. Maybe some day we will stumble upon each other under a statue of Lenin. 😳
Your posts are cool and cute tbh, what if we kissed while seizing the means of production? Haha just kidding. Unless...
You have already seized my means of adoration. *removed externally hosted image*