Sometimes the clichéd line, “It’s not you; it’s me” – is entirely true. It’s not you. It’s him.
“I decided that I had no religion my last year of middle school. I despised religion when I learned about wars fought in its name.”
Welcome to college campuses in America in 2015, where emotion trumps reason every single time, and the people who yell loudest generally get the shit they want.
Life is tiring, unpredictable, vast, and impossible to control. To even attempt to make basic sense of things is a recipe for sleeplessness. It is a never-ending abyss. There are so many forces at play and they seem indifferent toward our goals.
But if you’re lucky enough, you meet someone who understands you and accepts you for who you are.
What you think others think is more important than what they actually think. (It shows you to yourself.)
We think that searching for an answer in times of starving desperation will somehow help, but it doesn’t. Sometimes it’s best to leave things behind as they are, and to not try and meddle with them.
Why do some people care about having respect from their peers? What’s the point of it? What problem is it intended to solve?
I got rear-ended on Tuesday.
Given the manner with which the United States has waged war on the understanding and eradication of mental illness in favor of creating a lucrative prescription-dependent Prozac Nation, it’s not surprising that many of mine (and probably your) family members,…