Location: the basement of my brain again
Music: sometimes a man must awake to find that really, he has no-one
Her: Why do you always get so mad when I apologize?
People used to believe in this thing called aether, which was an unseen gas that was supposed to envelop everything in the universe. No such thing but the literary concept of it still exists.
Heartgirl went on a date not that long ago and said the guy immediately apologized for being Indian. That irritated me so much.
I’m acutely aware of people apologizing for who they are. And when you put that out into the world, into the aether, it’s hard to kill it. The moment you let out a breath of, I’m not good enough because of what I am, or I’m so XXXX, it’s so very dangerous. Cause you can never be tall enough, thin enough, smart enough. And you are what you believe you are.
It’s subtle isn’t it? The idea that you’re not worthy of your three feet of space in this world. Here’s the thing, you gotta be. If you’re not, the world’ll roll right over you. Then again…
Otherwise, I know the world’ll roll right over me. So I gotta believe I’m not. I just gotta.