What is time? A perception, or does time actually exist? If time indeed exists, who are we to force our change upon it? Such arrogance.
At the end of the day, I am not here to please anyone. I am me, unapologetically. I am not trying to be your best friend or crawl my way into anyone’s good graces.
Telephone
“Call me” they say… “Its been so long since I’ve heard from you.” It seems like I’ve always been the one to initiate the conversation. Whether its mom, my sister, brothers, or even friends; I’m the one doing the calling and they’re the ones sitting back waiting for the phone to ring.
I don’t mind being the dutiful friend or family member. I do mind being the one always picking up the phone. The line works both ways. Reach out and touch me for once. I’d love to know how that feels.
Inspirational and uplifting posts are often irritating as hell. They’re all like “Relax for a few minutes… Du something fun, learn solitaire, call your mom…,” and I’m like stop being so bossy… I’ll get around to it when I’m good an ready.
Only in America will we accept weather advice from a rodent, but deny climate change from qualified scientific experts.
Maybe you’re sick, exhausted, burned out by existential despair, or it’s just been too long since you had pizza
UNPOPULAR OPINION; A lot of “mental health issues” disappear when bills are paid, rent is secure, and the fridge is full. Peace is expensive.